Face the crowd, when he dies,
Tell his loyal goodbye.
Spray his name on the sky
And cry. The tears of a nation.
Play the funeral dance,
Revolution romance.
Set your spirit in trance
And cry. The tears of a nation.
Soldiers carry the train,
Hundreds cry in the rain.
Thousands follow his flame
And cry. The tears of a nation.
It takes a statesman a certain sacrifice,
Born to a mission be godlike sound and wise.
The man is worthy, who serves the common man,
Crowned in charisma the leader of the land.
It takes an anthem to make a nation proud,
Born to a vision, the sound of the crowd.
Bring hope and glory, bring heaven down to Earth,
Music for masses.
Music for masses...
Face the crowd, when he dies,
Tell his loyal goodbye.
Spray his name on the sky
And cry. The tears of a nation.
Soldiers carry the train,
Hundreds cry in the rain.
Thousands follow his flame
And cry. The tears of a nation.
