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