The innocent and the poor They’ve got nothing to hide But the rich recite in numbers Their fear resounds in side
Children starve by the millions The false of the lame Of the foolish few who knew them Then led them to the shame
The king he knights the players They all know the score But nobody told his mistress She was pushing forty-four
I don’t want to know Where we’re heading for We don’t have long to go We’ll hear footsteps in the dawn ‘Cause it’s just some sort of Crazy ride we’re on
The queen she knows the exit She’s been there once or twice What her savior he got ostricized For selling free advice
And her knight in shining armour Comes sliding through the door Sporting suggestive glances At all the dancers on the floor
Well I dreamt all those lonely people I knew them by their names But their faces lost their identity In the fury of the flames
They talked in foreign riddles Like actors on a stage But when the word came they were standing scared Lost in a doomed age
I don’t want to know Where we’re heading for We don’t have long to go We’ll hear footsteps in the dawn ‘Cause it’s just some sort of Crazy ride we’re on