Raising slowly from a town
with threatened puppets all around
Dancing down th alley
to a closed up gesture shop
Pale moon crazy youngsters
joined their track for the cost
Their eager burns in bored eyes
They chant what they have learned
We built a temple
for the victims of our luck
The mad men assemble
bring out toasts on what we've got
Easier to handle
without care or fear of blood
And noone's to tremble
when he's next to hit the spot
Lazing cool throughout the town
Nepotism all around
Creeping down the alley
to an ancient closed up court
Freedom scared observers
lost their faith long ago
There's noone left who spies upon
They chant as to confirm
We built a temple
for the victims of our luck
The mad men assemble
bring out toasts on what we've got
Easier to handle
without care or fear of blood
And noone's to tremble
when he's next to hit the spot
