Polka till you die

Pete Becker made the newswire this morning,
big picture from a holiday in Sweden,
but he took the life of Arbitar,
a rich girl from sandy Qatar.

it's coming your way,
it's coming your way.
I know what you're hoping for,
this is coming your way.

you got the money and you got the style,
but I won't follow your lead,
we play our poker with machine guns,
got no respect for those with power,
now it's you who got show us how you get by,
and you shall dance the polka till you die.

hey Pete, I hope you know your prayers,
you're gonna need them before you go to bed,
it can get hot down there
it can get hot down there,
hey Pete, it's getting freaking hot down there.

you're going down against your will or your "nay!"
it is I that's gonna show you the way,
if I see that you are gonna be bad,
please remember that your God is my dad.

yeah, it's coming your way,
it's coming your way.
I know what you're hoping for,
this is coming your way.

you got the money and you got the style,
but I won't follow your lead,
we play our poker with machine guns,
got no respect for those with power,
now it's you who got show us all your cards,
and you shall dance the polka for us,
must dance the polka till you die...