much ado about a hole in the ceiling
where no one can reach or stand against panic
outraged rants about the mirror, writing on the wall, broken glass
flipped words of a mute clown
given some rotten tomatoes the liberal librettos are never to be sung or spoken of
too many layers of mirrors, some broken reflections got life of their own
but who needs to see, who needs to know
the walls have murmured: we will all die
because of this hole in the ceiling
the stair to the dance floor was never discovered
neither was the light switch
but who remembered, who knew who looked for what
all in all it's just running from the blame
veiled conviction and no shame
for such is this court of a deep cellar
it keeps its cowardly wigs in awful tremor
and even though all power is down and long forgotten
yet for a moment of dusty glory even a broom will bow to its king
even cracks on the floor will have their own queen
where no one can reach or stand against panic
outraged rants about the mirror, writing on the wall, broken glass
flipped words of a mute clown
given some rotten tomatoes the liberal librettos are never to be sung or spoken of
too many layers of mirrors, some broken reflections got life of their own
but who needs to see, who needs to know
the walls have murmured: we will all die
because of this hole in the ceiling
the stair to the dance floor was never discovered
neither was the light switch
but who remembered, who knew who looked for what
all in all it's just running from the blame
veiled conviction and no shame
for such is this court of a deep cellar
it keeps its cowardly wigs in awful tremor
and even though all power is down and long forgotten
yet for a moment of dusty glory even a broom will bow to its king
even cracks on the floor will have their own queen
