I've got a cruel disposition
With a vicious ambition
A renegade out on a mission
Sweet talking, hard walking men
Gave me a vision
They made up my mind
They made my decision

A cruel inquisition
On a false premonition
Followed by a rain
Of live ammunition
Left in the dust
Or led to conviction
I read you your rights
I got permission

I'm the leader of the wolf pack
That's hunting you down
I'm the serpent
That will poison your mind

With a good reputation
In the higher division
Preying on fear and superstition
I'm throwing a bone
And picking up a bunch
Cutting your legs
And eating them for lunch

I'm sitting on the throne of China
Reading headlines in the papers, yeah
I'm acting like a false messiah
All around a barren waste
I'm sitting on the throne of China

A false premonition, vicious ambition
With great superstition
Join!
The killing division
Name all your brothers
Enslave your mother
Give up your father
Lead them all to slaughter

I'm sitting on the throne of China