Like a mighty fist
Clenched with a cocked wrist
Cocked back eyes hard
Aimed down on all you blackguards
More power
More more power
My will, my will
Will of power, power of will
That’s not much of an answer
You’re not much of a chancer
Are you? It’s true
I guess I can’t blame you
I just need more power
Some good clean power source
Will power, will power
Raise, raise this flower
You can read an explanation of the origin of these lyrics here
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