In a world, in which one lives alone,
Going about daily tasks like a robot,
The biggest bother that there is,
Is the early evening television picture.
Every man lives like clockwork,
Programmed like a computer.
There is no one who will speak out against them,
Only a few teens are frustrated.
When the suns sets,
The day begins for the Droogs.*
They join together in a small band,
Together on the chase.
Hey, here comes Alex!**
Curtain up- for his horror show.
Hey, here comes Alex!
Curtain up – for a little bit of horror show.
The order goes off on their crusade
And the seemingly ideal world
Celebrates the corrosion,
Violent and brutal.
When they see their victim’s suffering
They feel satisfaction.
There is nothing more to obstruct them
In their anger at the rat race.
Hey, here comes Alex!**
Curtain up- for his horror show.
Hey, here comes Alex!
Curtain up – for a little bit of horror show.
Twenty against one
Until his blood comes into view
With sticks and stones
He breaks every head.
It’s already the next victim’s turn,
When he asks for the love of God:
“Why have You done nothing, done nothing?”
Hey, here comes Alex!**
Curtain up- for his horror show.
Hey, here comes Alex!
Curtain up – for a little bit of horror show.
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