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 out 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 it's people Has got to be better than this
