Saviors Of Jazz Ballet (Fear me, December)

We are the defenders of jazz ballet 
people say, when they see us: 
Hey folks! It's the saviors of jazz ballet 
Fearless heroes of kick and spin 

Baby, hear as they come 
Climbing up som black and dying tree 
Every night peacfully set the world on fire 
Every nigh I hear the red parade 

Say we, by command of the microphone 
Such is our conviction 
Make way for the saviours of jazz ballet 
Hollow hearts make for pleasant lives