This visitor's a magician,
your conscience is his trick.
If he feels the need to call on you,
just hope the visit's quick.
This visitor makes sure that we all get what we deserve.
If your business has been dirty,
you better hold your nerve.
As plague ravaged our country,
jumped from beast to man,
you sacrificed our elders whilst your partying began.
Take your hands out of your pockets,
you blustering buffoon.
Prepare yourself,
the visitor is coming your way soon.
You crawl across the sand to clear the wreckage you have made,
but you won't escape the visitor unscathed.
Meanwhile,
at the corner shop,
a robbery has taken place.
It's the wrong side of the safety clots,
and the thief won't show his face.
It's only you with the problem,
made you pay and pay.
Savings, houses and livelihoods,
they took them all away.
The visitor will meet you where the post office still stands.
Look at the horizon as he rubs his bony hands.
You think your deeds were buried,
that the truth was locked away.
You won't escape the visitor unscathed.
The wolf is on the rampage,
he slipped his iron chain.
We circle left,
we circle right,
the danger to contain.
Your special operation, we see for what it is.
Your Aladdin's lamp's a gravy boat,
packed with mutinies.
Your false claims and your promises will always pull a crowd.
He'll chase you through a burning door,
your screams will echo loud.
The world stands blue and yellow by the wreckage you have made,
but you won't escape the visitor unscathed.
He's the scarecrow in the chapel,
as you drop down to your knees.
You'll barely hear him coming,
he won't listen to your pleas.
If the devil's got a crush on you,
it's time to be afraid.
You won't escape the visitor unscathed.