Here's an attempt at a slightly more poetic, but far less exact English translation of the song.
In a world where the point of living Is to go roboting all your life The only excitement that is given Comes from the TV's lies.
Like in a clockwork, every word Is programmed, computerlike The only protest that is ever heard Is when the youths come strike.
When in the sky the sun has sunk The day starts for the Droogs They assemble and go out to hunt Marching in small groups.
Hey! Here comes Alex Curtain up - for his Horrorshow Hey! Here comes Alex Curtain up - for a little Horrorshow
Crusading against society And an establishment out of line Their religion is brutality And violence is divine.
Satisfaction is only down the path Of making victims hurt Nothing stops their endless wrath Nothing on this Earth.
Twenty versus one Until blood is spilt their way Perhaps by stick or else by stone Every head must burst some day.
The next victim is already slain While you're still calling out Were our prayers all in vain To turn this Earth around?
Hey hey hey! Here comes Alex Curtain up - for a little Horrorshow!
Here's an attempt at a slightly more poetic, but far less exact English translation of the song.
In a world where the point of living Is to go roboting all your life The only excitement that is given Comes from the TV's lies.
Like in a clockwork, every word Is programmed, computerlike The only protest that is ever heard Is when the youths come strike.
When in the sky the sun has sunk The day starts for the Droogs They assemble and go out to hunt Marching in small groups.
Hey! Here comes Alex Curtain up - for his Horrorshow Hey! Here comes Alex Curtain up - for a little Horrorshow
Crusading against society And an establishment out of line Their religion is brutality And violence is divine.
Satisfaction is only down the path Of making victims hurt Nothing stops their endless wrath Nothing on this Earth.
Hey! Here comes Alex Curtain up - for his Horrorshow Hey! Here comes Alex Curtain up - for a little Horrorshow
Twenty versus one Until blood is spilt their way Perhaps by stick or else by stone Every head must burst some day.
The next victim is already slain While you're still calling out Were our prayers all in vain To turn this Earth around?
Hey! Here comes Alex Curtain up - for his Horrorshow Hey! Here comes Alex Curtain up - for a little Horrorshow
Hey hey hey! Here comes Alex Curtain up - for a little Horrorshow!