Paroles: Fozzy. Happenstance. Mob Rules.

Whoa, c'mon
Close the city and tell the people that something's coming to call
Death and darkness are rushing forward to take a bite from the wall, oh
You've nothing to say, they're breaking away
If you listen to fools, the mob rules
The mob rules
Kill the spirit and you'll be blinded, the end is always the same
Play with fire, you burn your fingers and lose your hold of the flame, oh
It's over, it's done, the end is begun
If you listen to fools, the mob rules
You've nothing to say, oh they're breaking away
If you listen to fools
Break the circle and stop the movement, the wheel is thrown to the ground
Just remember it might start rolling and take you right back around
You're all fools
The mob rules