Even Tyrants Love A Tune

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.