| If paradise is such a fragile affair | |
| Then why have we the lion's share? | |
| As if we walk the earth alone | |
| Like infants breaking the cradle | |
| There isn't anything we fail to corrupt | |
| The flip-side of the Midas touch | |
| We're walking in a world of glass | |
| With iron footsteps | |
| We do the raindance every night | |
| And I hope the gods will treat us right | |
| And if the sky should tumble down | |
| Will it quench out thirst or crush us to the ground? | |
| Have you a ticket to the greatest event? | |
| The world inside a circus tent | |
| Where clowns debate disarmament | |
| And wildlife live within cages | |
| The parody is never far from the truth | |
| And mankind is the living proof | |
| A dying planet in our arms | |
| We walk the tightrope | |
| The answer's very simple | |
| A World without it's people | |
| Has got to be better than this |