In a world, in which one just lives
In which one lives daily as a robot
The biggest commotion there ever was
Is the evening news program
Every human lives like clockwork
As if programmed by a computer
There is no one fighting against it
Just a few youths are frustrated
When the sun goes down in the sky
The Droogs begin their day
In a small gang, they gather
And go collectively on the hunt
Hey, hey, hey, here comes Alex!
Curtains up -- for his horror show
Hey, hey, hey, here comes Alex
Curtains up -- for a
Little horror show
On the crusade against the order
And the seemingly cured world
The celebrate the destruction
Violence and brutality
First when they see their victims suffer
They feel satisfied
There is nothing to stop them
In their merciless rage
Twenty against one
Until the blood emerges
Whether with sticks or stones
Either bursts every head
The next victim is nearly done
If he loves God, he asks him:
Why have you done nothing -
done nothing?
Hey, hey, hey, here comes Alex!
Curtains up -- for his horror show
Hey, hey, hey, here comes Alex
Curtains up -- for a
Little horror show
