Washington Is Next! Lyrics - United Abominations - Megadeth

The quiet war has begun with silent weapons 

And the newest slavery is to keep the people 

Poor and stupid, "Novus Ordo Seclorum" 

How can there be any logic in biological war? 

We all know this is wrong, but the New World Order's 

Beating down the door, oh something needs to be done 

There was a king, an evil king 

Who dreamt the wickedest of dreams 

An ancient mystery, no prophet could interpret 

Of seven years of famine, the wolf is at my door 

As predicted years ago, that that was, that is, that is no more 

The word predicts the future and tells the truth about the past 

Of how the world leaders will hail the new Pharaoh 

The eighth false king to the throne; Washington is next! 

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Disengage their minds, sabotage their health 

Promote sex and war, and violence in the kindergardens 

Blame the parents and teachers; it's their fault, "Annuit Coeptis" 

Attack the church dynamic, attack the family 

Keep the public undisciplined till nothing left is sacred and 

The "have-nots" get hooked and have to go to the "haves" just to cop a fix 

I am the king, an evil king 

Who dreams the wickedest of dreams 

An ancient mystery, nobody could interpret 

Of seven empires falling, the wolf is at my door 

As predicted years ago, that that was, that is, that is no more 

The word predicts the future and tells the truth about my past 

Of how the world leaders are waiting to usher in 

The eighth world power of modern Rome; Washington is next! 

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There was a king, an evil king 

Who dreamt the wickedest of dreams 

An ancient mystery, no prophet could interpret 

Of seven empires fallen, the wolf is at my door 

As predicted years ago, that that was, that is, that is no more 

I am a king and I dream the wildest dreams 

And nobody could interpret 

Seven empires falling, the wolf is at my door 

Ooh, that that was, that is, that is no more 

There's something at my dooor, some anciet mystery 

The future tells the truth about the past 

And I'm the eighth false king to the throne 

I've got you in my crosshairs, now, ain't that a bitch? 

Washington, you're next!