And while noone craves redemption any longer Old school impulse control has fallen out of style And now the stage is free for every chaosmonger Whose ol’ silver tongue is only spewing bile The game’s unplayable, the players are hungover The rules discredited, the gameboard is a mess So while there is no shame, no red line to cross over The truth has clearly never ever mattered less But let us party on and dance untill the morning They’ll never catch us if we just can stay ahead So let the fiddler play his tune and let us dance Untill we’re dead And now the wheel is spinning faster every hour And the ditch, so wide, impossible to evade I have no voice, no stage, no audience to talk to I am tired and I'm hungry and afraid So let us party on and dance untill the morning They’ll never catch us if we just can stay ahead So let the fiddler play his tune and let us dance