[Intro] One... two... three... And off we go. To nowhere, darling. Just as Job foretold. [Verse] One, two, three — the void begins to bleat, We march to nowhere on our dancing feet. To the left — the crowds, a nation dressed in red, To the right — a thieves' ball, two steps ahead. [Break] [Verse] Oh, what a fire! What a grand parade! The clubs are swinging and the swords are raised. Through bloody wine and a perfect croisé, To zurna and kamancheh — or Bach and Bizet. [Chorus] Step to the left, step to the right, Dance with the devil all through the night. One, two, three — and round we go, Everybody's marching where nobody knows. Step to the left, step to the right, Truth wears a mask in the cabaret light. One, two, three — let the trumpets blow, We're all dressed up with nowhere to go. [Break] [Verse] And there you lie beneath the fallen dead, A servant of the dreams inside your head. A faithful keeper of another's will — Was this the fate that made your heart stand still? Was this the promise of a century gone, The golden dream you built your life upon? [Instrumental] [Verse] Beyond the hill, the regiments of words Reflect the battle, madder than the swords. Against all reason, every lesson learned, Where steel once ruled, the spoken word has turned. [Chorus] Step to the left, step to the right, Dance with the devil all through the night. One, two, three — and round we go, Everybody's marching where nobody knows. [Verse] But still the forest whispers to the sky, And silent stars keep watching from on high. The endless heavens, mysterious and wide — While all our little wars go on inside. Perhaps we're just a passing, fleeting whim, A moment in the dreaming mind of Him — Some long-forgotten God beyond our sight, The last of all the gods who owned the night. [Outro] One... Two... Three... The forest keeps on whispering. The stars don't say a word. And somewhere... God is dancing.
