Oceans mumble their songs to deaf ears of sands
 Mountains guard their dominions until the end of time
 Rivers carve hieroglyphs only read by the birds
 Lion hunts antelope, hyenas fight over the corpse
 Breed then kill or get killed, holy circle of life
 Red sun rises again, chokes cold light of stars
 I sharpen the knife 

 Wooden Handle
 Bolster, heel
 Edge of cold steel
 Mirror mirror
 Speak to to me 

 Now the painting is done, bored models dress up
 German writer, Asian poet, both expect Nobel prize
 New Picasso's sketch on sale, bids mostly from Japan
 Hagia Sophia gets new roof, circus hires new clown
 Ballerinas bleed but dance, [bad word] gets bald
 All music's already been played, critics are always right
 And I sharpen the knife 

 Wooden handle
 Bolster, heel
 Edge of cold steel
 Mirror mirror
 Speak to me 

 News on breakfast television drown in a [bad word] of lies
 UN troops storm Kabul, or Cairo, or Baghdad
 That war was wrong but this one is so right
 Cure for cancer nearly there– perfect [bad word]  decent price
 White smoke covers Rome, habemus papam
 Farmer in Montana breeds two-headed cows
 I still sharpen the knife 

 Wooden handle
 Bolster, heel
 Edge of cold steel
 Mirror mirror
 Speak to me