Searching for reasons, hidden in the rights
Our sons turn to the game-set
Shooting soldiers in the night
Exposed to the lure, taking the bait
They're easily trapped and fooled
Our flesh and blood claiming to choose their own fate
They loose their own faith
All join hands in the line of lunatics
Here on the world-wide festival of fools
Radio or lady's private little monsters
Dancing to the angels and demons in their heads
Looking for warnings, hidden in the wrongs
Daughters look up to their idol
Copy their life from her songs
While too old, for the playing field
Still too young for a life
Their virginity lost with their innocence
On a nightly battle field.
All join hands in the line of lunatics
Here on the world-wide festival of fools
Radio or lady's private little monsters
Dancing to the angels and demons in their heads