Dancing on the corpses' ashes, the corpses' ashes (x3)
Dancing on the corpses' ashes
Dancing on the corpses' ashes
Gone from all the corpses' ashes
Equal to the sum of what the matter is
Some politicians' pockets getting fatter
The Robert Moses of the useless chatter
The wall between the poor and the rich building
Headquarters for the police worth a billion
Your bullets won't deliver the last word
Police of the religions as absurd
The calculating masses are appealing
The jury hung from every museum ceiling
Dancing on the corpses' ashes (repeating in background)
Standing in the field of bankers dung
Extinguishing the fires of the young
Who should have listened when the sirens rung
Dancing on the ones who have renowned them
And they couldn't give a fuck
Dancing on the corpses' ashes (x2)