For the light of the morning has come
And the night of the dead horse is run
I will no longer wake up in that cell
Now I’m happy as well
By the light of the morning has come
We put an end to the corporation
I will no longer squander life in hell
Because I’m happy as well
Because I’m happy as well
You smell the fear
Of the retarded puppeteer
In his preposterous box
His sticking by the clocks
I whisper and down comes the veil
Always and already set sail
The more I think and set it down by line
The door is open all the time
By the right of a motherless son
And the fight of a devilish tongue
You hear the ringing of the Saturday bell
Now we are happy as well
Now we are happy as well
You smell the fear
Of the retarded puppeteer
In his preposterous box
His sticking by the clocks
That tap black holes into your head
‘Cause you administrate the dead
But not today, the box is gone
I’ll take tomorrow for my own
