No pay for the army
Victims of greed
No bonus given
How many need
The soldiers rising
We must be feed
And now we're coming
For Galba's head

In Spain and Rome
The blood runs red
The only men he likes
Are inside his bed
Kisses for each of us
In times of lust
Now bear your neck
For the assassins thrust

Galba
They saw you running
Like a timid fool
And found your body
By the Curian pool
Decapitated
Upon a spear
People rejoicing
Just hear them cheer
Hear them cheer
Just hear them
Hear them cheer
Just hear them cheer