Fairytale Lyrics

It’s cold and we’re all snowed in.
Vote "yes" for the global warming.
Reaping the things the poor are sowing.
What then are the polls showing?

Who’ll be the superseder,
the builder of the walls, a great leader?
He’ll rape us all and say: "surprise".
And everything is fine!

The one who traps the most monkeys,
in the maze will win.
The ballots handed,
did not have all names in.

You know that?
I’m just saying...

The New World Order,
keeps fishing in the troubled water.
“Choose me, I will pour more fish in the sea.”

So I would need a billion dollars to my name?
But no validation, no acclaim?
It’s like a play, TV-make-up, a toupée.
The chosen one may dig one grave,
for the nation.

Hooray!

Fairytale for the ones with no hope!
Human weakness gets explored,
and the end is the triumph of the poor.

Hey it’s a fairytale,
for the ones with the dough.
Here‘s the happy rending news,
told by the one you’ll choose.

Wait, wait, wait,
there is more!

All the news your TV’s sending,
the same news they´re all dispensing.
One Ring to rule them all, who’s paying?
Where’s Waldo, who’s the Walrus?

Confuse to veil the wrong questions,
by the only ones with the answers.
“Facts are stupid things!”

No, I don’t need a billion dollars to my name!
I don’t need a star, The Walk of Fame!
It’s all a play, TV-make-up, a toupée.
The chosen one will dig my grave.

Hip, hip, hooray!

Fairytale for the ones with no hope!
Human weakness gets explored,
and the end is the triumph of the poor.

Hey it’s a fairytale,
for the ones with the dough.
Turn the page with fingers so,
so long and beautiful.

The moon is rising down,
your smile is but a frown.
Befitting like a tailor-made,
upscale suit on a clown.

“Things have never been more,
like the way they are today in history”

“Sir, you are urinating on me”

“It’s freezing and snowing in New York.
We need global warming”

“Let’s steel our wills and lose our minds”

Let’s steel our wills,
and lose our minds.

Our minds!

No, I don’t need a billion dollars to my name!
I don’t need a star, The Walk of Fame!
It’s all a play, TV-make-up, a toupée.
The chosen one will dig my grave.

Hey, yay!

Fairytale for the ones with no hope!
Human weakness gets explored,
and the end is the triumph of the poor.

Hey it’s a fairytale,
for the ones with the dough.
Turn the page with fingers so,
so long and beautiful.

Fairytale for the ones with no hope!
Human weakness gets explored,
and the end is the triumph of the poor.

Hey it’s a fairytale,
for the ones with the dough.
Page by page, we turn and fall asleep,
then count the only sheep...

Too afraid to leap,
into a ravine.