The Agitator - Nils Patrik Johansson

Born to be high class to live among the rich

At the high society

The right education of power supreme

In that never spinning wheel

But something was wrong, what was going on

He’d never and ever and never ever never

Would betray his own people to speak for the poor

He should stand up for our greed

Travelled the bloody soil

Blasphemy, you’re of another kind

This was the rebirth, a new born son

In the land of the future

By the grace of mankind

The agitator, his like cannot be found

In the home of forever

Behind enemy lines

The agitator, we thought that you could fly

Your memory won’t die

As a prince of the labour the future looked bright

And it started really well

The opponents, the right side, they hated his guts

He was sent to give them hell

The world was at stake, no barriers could break

They’d fight for, they’d die for the royalties above them

Sorry people of low class with no class at all

But still no one could foretell

Where was the crystal bell?

Tragedy

Just like a wrecking crew

Blue eyed jesters should have seen it all

In the land of the future

By the grace of mankind

The agitator, his like cannot be found

In the home of forever

Behind enemy lines

The agitator, we thought that you could fly

Your memory won’t die

In the toughest fight, in smoke and fire

Held the ground, no gun for hire

Played ball and after all there’s no time for pity

Blessed to be rich, silver spoon in his mouth

He was of another breed

High above material and the money elite

Forces of an endless greed

But something was wrong, what was going on

He’d never and ever and never ever never

Would accept no forgiveness to those who betray

Dignity for their own need

In the land of the future

By the grace of mankind

The agitator, his like cannot be found

In the home of forever

Behind enemy lines

The agitator, we thought that you could fly

Your memory won’t die