Nobody, want to work no more

But they still want the money

And they keep askin' for more

Pie in the sky, the American dream

24 hour TV and the fastest machine

Nero's Spell

We are the stupid people dancing

While the city burn to hell

Only the pictures will remain

The painters consumed by the insane

Old warnings hanging on buried walls

So the finder, may heed the call

Piled up people, on such a small piece of land

Pushin', shovin', tryin' to reach the feedin' hand

Too many cherry in a sack bulging at the seam

Crushed on the bottom they bleed where nobody

Nero's Spell

We are the stupid people dancing

While the city burn to hell