In the Court of General Zod - Gama Bomb

Trapped in a mirror, freed by a bomb

To rule over Earth with sadistic aplomb

Moon villainess rules by his side

A brute force of evil serves in mute pride

With lofty ideas, dictator from space

Using his lasers, the past he’ll erase

Taken by force, a world that’s not theirs

You’ll kneel before them and one day your heirs

Done in the name of a cruel new god

One way to worship;

to kneel

Concentrated lasers very spooky in his eyes

An alien salute that blows a chopper from the skies

Storming on the White House, his beard for all to see

He laughs at their defences as he puts them on their knees

He feeds on the sunlight stealing its power

Gloating his madness in our darkest hour

Why do you say these things, when you know I will kill you for it?

Cruel cold intelligence beyond what humans know

Seeking out a power source among the northern snow

Condemned by the council but ruling once again

Aloof to our suffering in the reign of supermen

Insidious treason, a fascistic plot

Get on your knees, the one hope we’ve got