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