N.w.o.

Ministry

all the locals hide their tears of regret

open fire cos i love you to death

sky high, with a heartache of stone

you'll never see me cos i'm always alone



how to love without a trace of dissent

i'll buy the torture cos you pay for the rent

tied high with a broken command

you're all alone to the promised land



i'm in love with this malicious intent

you've been taken but you don't know it yet

what you will know must never live to be found

cos it's the subject of the eyes of the clown