The music is too loud, you can't hear the clock
 Conductor is missing and no one misses hum
 Band of politicians, lawyers and false prophets
 No one reads notes, yet everyone wants to lead

 So you think you can dance?
 Said hooded axman to the king
 Monarch nods, the wheel turns
 Head rolls through the ballroom
 Dancers stumble, loose the rhythm
 Dogs play with blood-stained crown
 Fool looks noble in king's cloak
 Cooks and crooks fight for the throne
 It's still warm

 Herr Fritzl invited his kids and their kids
 They stay in shadow and sip champagne
 Agoraphobic and somewhat pale
 Telling bad jokes to relaxed Natascha

 Rwandese waiters serve cold snacks
 Nothing for vegans: it's all bones and blood
 The night is bright as teh world burns
 Or is it Theodore and his pyro toys

 Elderly women hunt for soldier boys
 Soldiers hunt for civilians, it's always fun
 getting hard to breathe, it's either smoke or gas
 Master of Ceremony smiles behind the mask.