All hell's crashing down inside 

The windows to the other side 

Shimmering in rooms to quiet sighs of 



'Oh well if it's happening there 

It isn't here', and god appears to deal 

A different hand to different tiers 



But this play is not over yet 

Hear the music of those marionettes 

Beating drums down the quiet streets 

Of ignorance and vain regrets 



And all these fears swiftly come to pass 

Presently she feels we're past 

Cups of tea and optimistic prayers 



Cos out there's our unholy mess 

Gathering its long white dress 

And marching down aisle to marry this 



Matrimonial future bliss 

Kiss the tide and hope it doesn't lift up your 

Carpet woven from apathy and token frets 

All Hell! 



But this play is not over yet 

Hear the music of those marionettes 

Beating drums down the quiet streets 

Of ignorance and vain regrets