Bonnets and parasols
All the madmen park their souls
In fatally-flawed moonshine
What a great little idea
Even tyrants love a tune
Even tyrants love a tune
He walks over the moors
With his face turned to the gods
What a great little life
Which is strangely fine
When a mad boy came to love
Oh my little new napoleon
For you i'll write a new world-symphony.
When a mad boy came to love...
Even tyrants love a tune
You wonderful vicious friend
Even tyrants love a tune
You wonderful vicious friend.