You're burning candles
To pay your respect
You're sending chain mails
With a best wish attached
You're dreaming
Democracy's great
Pure perfection

You separate the poor from the rich
You're building
Walls to protect
You do it again and again
It's a free world

You jump to conclusions
You have the solutions
To the troubles you made
While bushes are burning

You're the rulers of the world
Pretenders of the state
You're the leading stars on stage
In this western masquerade

You wash away the sins of today
Throwing lifebelts to a crowd that don't cheer
You live in the glasshouse contend
You're defending

Use fright as a reason
To justify your
20th. century crusade
While bushes are burning

You're the rulers of the world
Pretenders of the state
You're the leading stars on stage
In this western masquerade