[Guitar riff]
[Verse 1]
Sing it up
At a victory parade.
About success,
That blood money has made.
[Drums]
Yeah I hear you chanting about your blue moon.
Winning thanks to hard work and two bil from Khaldoon.
[Guitar riff]
[Bridge]
(The city is blue) Yeah!
(Oh the city is blue) Sure.
(The city is blue)
[Vocals: shout]
Yeah well the bodies are too!
[Chorus]
An empire of sand,
And a scorching mass tomb,
Kafala's cruel hand,
Under blue skies and a blue moon.
[Break]
[Guitar solo]
[Verse]
Champions again,
But do you not feel any guilt?
Does it not ring hollow,
When you know how it was built.
[Guitar riff]
[Bridge]
(The city is blue) Yeah!
(Oh the city is blue) Sure.
(The city is blue)
[Vocals: shout]
Yeah well the bodies are too!
[Drum solo]
[Instrumental]
[Reprise]
[Vocals: sad]
Waving away your morals,
As everyone looks away.
Singing in an empty house,
Do you have no shame?
[Chorus]
An empire of sand
And a scorching mass tomb.
Kafala's cruel hand.
Under blue skies and a blue moon.
[Break]
[Instrumental]
[Reprise]
There's blood on your trophy,
(Give it a sportswash).
There's blood on your trophy,
(Give it a sportswash).
[Buildup]
There's blood on your trophy,
(Give it a sportswash).
[Guitar solo]
[Guitar solo]
[Chorus]
An empire of sand,
And a scorching mass tomb,
Kafala's cruel hand,
Under blue skies and a blue moon.
[Fade out]
[Chorus]
An empire of sand,
And a scorching mass tomb,
Kafala's cruel hand,
Under blue skies and a blue moon.
[Outro]
[Fade out]