At Your Will

Minta And Brook Trout

Compositor: Francisca Cortesão

They think you're bad but you think they're worse
You'll bring them down with a single verse
And they'll never know what has hit them till
You take over the world and bend it at your will

Easy to miss that you had a plan
But they'll curse themselves once they understand
Fodder for their jokes all those years and still
You take over the world and bend it at your will

They can be relied on but they sure can't sing
Beaches in the summer mountains in the spring
Everyday's another small step up that hill
And you take over the world and bend it at your will