Texty: Johnny Hates Jazz. Raindance.

If paradise is such a fragile affair
Then why have we the lion's share?
As if we walk the earth alone
Like infants breaking the cradle

There isn't anything we fail to corrupt
The flip-side of the Midas touch
We're walking in a world of glass
With iron footsteps

We do the raindance every night
And I hope the Gods will treat us right
And if the sky should tumble down
Will it quench our thirst or crush us to the ground?

Have you a ticket to the greatest event?
The world inside a circus tent
Where clowns debate disarmament
And wildlife live within cages

The parody is never far from the truth
And mankind is the living proof
A dying planet in our arms
We walk the tightrope

The answer's very simple
A world without its people
Has got to be better than this