You're burning candles  To pay your respect  You're sending chain mails  With a best wish attached  You're dreaming  Democracy's great  Pure perfection    You separate the poor from the rich  You're building  Walls to protect  You do it again and again  It's a free world    You jump to conclusions  You have the solutions  To the troubles you made  While bushes are burning    You're the rulers of the world  Pretenders of the state  You're the leading stars on stage  In this western masquerade    You wash away the sins of today  Throwing lifebelts to a crowd that don't cheer  You live in the glasshouse contend  You're defending    Use fright as a reason  To justify your  20th. century crusade  While bushes are burning    You're the rulers of the world  Pretenders of the state  You're the leading stars on stage  In this western masquerade