Fairytale - Sonata Arctica

It’s cold and we’re all snowed in

Vote yes for the global warming

Reaping the things the poor are sowing

What then are the polls showing?

Who’ll be the superseder

The builder of the walls;

a great leader

He’ll rape us all and say surprise

…and everything is fine

The one who traps the most monkeys in

The maze will win

The ballots handed did not have all names in

You know that?

I’m just saying…

The New World Order

Keeps fishing in the troubled water

«Choose me.

I will pour more fish in the sea»

So, I would need a billion dollars to my name?

But no validation, no acclaim?

It’s like a play, TV-make-up, a toupée

The chosen one may dig one grave

For the nation.

Hooray!

Fairytale for the ones with no hope

Human weakness gets explored

And the end is the triumph of the poor, hey it’s

A fairytale for the ones with the dough

And here‘s the happy rending news

Told by the one you’ll choose

Wait, wait, wait, there is more!

All the news your TV’s sending

The same news they’re all dispensing

One Ring to rule them all, who’s paying

Where’s Waldo, Who’s the Walrus?

Confuse to veil the wrong questions

By the only ones with the answers

«Facts are stupid things»

No, I don’t need a billion dollars to my name

I don’t need a star, The Walk of Fame

It’s all a play, TV-make-up, a toupée

The chosen one will dig my grave

Hip, hip, hooray!

Fairytale for the ones with no hope

Human weakness gets explored

And the end is the triumph of the poor, hey it’s

A fairytale for the ones with the dough

Turn the page with fingers so

So long and beautiful

The moon is rising down

Your smile is but a frown

Befitting like a tailor-made, upscale suit on a clown

«Things have never been more like the way they are

Today in history»

«Sir, you are urinating on me»

«It's freezing and snowing in New York

We need global warming»

«Let's steel our wills and lose our minds»

Let’s steel our wills and lose our minds, our minds

No, I don’t need a billion dollars to my name

I don’t need a star, The Walk of Fame

It’s all a play, TV-make-up, a toupee

The chosen one will dig my grave

Hey-yay!

Fairytale for the ones with no hope

Human weakness gets explored

And the end is the triumph of the poor, hey it’s

A fairytale for the ones with the dough

Turn the page with fingers so

So, long and beautiful

Fairytale for the ones with no hope

Human weakness gets explored

And the end is the triumph of the poor, hey it’s

A fairytale for the ones with the dough

Page by page, we turn and fall asleep

Then count the only sheep

Too afraid to leap…

In to a ravine