| They lie in wait | |
| At the barricades | |
| When they draw nearer | |
| We are scaring them away | |
| It's the shadow play the shadow play | |
| The shadow play | |
| It's the shadow play the shadow play | |
| The shadow play | |
| With you as King | |
| We won't go down | |
| With you as King | |
| We are scaring them away | |
| It's the shadow play | |
| We known ourselves | |
| There's a mole within our ranks | |
| Smoke him out | |
| And his hocus-pocus | |
| Get him running with the rats | |
| Get him running with the rats | |
| Get him running with the rats | |
| Get him running with the rats | |
| There's a hole in my head | |
| And the fat's lying bare | |
| And the rats are running in and out | |
| An opaque cabaret | |
| An internal affair | |
| And the mole is never scared away | |
| I'm candid and fair | |
| I don't hackle the speaker | |
| In the evening prayer | |
| I try not to think | |
| In this total eclipse | |
| I'm the shadow player |