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The music is too loud, you can't hear the clock |
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Conductor is missing and no one misses hum |
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Band of politicians, lawyers and false prophets |
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No one reads notes, yet everyone wants to lead |
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So you think you can dance? |
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Said hooded axman to the king |
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Monarch nods, the wheel turns |
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Head rolls through the ballroom |
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Dancers stumble, loose the rhythm |
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Dogs play with blood-stained crown |
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Fool looks noble in king's cloak |
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Cooks and crooks fight for the throne |
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It's still warm |
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Herr Fritzl invited his kids and their kids |
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They stay in shadow and sip champagne |
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Agoraphobic and somewhat pale |
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Telling bad jokes to relaxed Natascha |
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Rwandese waiters serve cold snacks |
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Nothing for vegans: it's all bones and blood |
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The night is bright as teh world burns |
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Or is it Theodore and his pyro toys |
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Elderly women hunt for soldier boys |
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Soldiers hunt for civilians, it's always fun |
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getting hard to breathe, it's either smoke or gas |
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Master of Ceremony smiles behind the mask. |
