Lay here under bombast and gloom
A parade of ghouls marches by
Headed down to nero's tomb
Raising flags and burning rights

Warm yourself by a god-made fire
Pinocchio with spinning eyes
Laugh aloud under bomb-lit skies
A victim's smile never lies

You have always lived you life
Like a joke with no time
What you gonna do about it
Until you get the punch line right?

On the cliff above stormy waves
Can't decide to clim or drown
Up is folly and down disgrace
Under thumbs over written
The ladder is poison
Have to find a new way around

What you gonna do about it?