Raising slowly from a town with threatened puppets all around Dancing down th alley to a closed up gesture shop Pale moon crazy youngsters joined their track for the cost Their eager burns in bored eyes They chant what they have learned We built a temple for the victims of our luck The mad men assemble bring out toasts on what we've got Easier to handle without care or fear of blood And noone's to tremble when he's next to hit the spot Lazing cool throughout the town Nepotism all around Creeping down the alley to an ancient closed up court Freedom scared observers lost their faith long ago There's noone left who spies upon They chant as to confirm We built a temple for the victims of our luck The mad men assemble bring out toasts on what we've got Easier to handle without care or fear of blood And noone's to tremble when he's next to hit the spot