The Party and the party

The room swooned and swayed
And spun around to a tune
By giant rats with horns and bassoons
And outside a strange un-natural moon

For when a government falls
It falls like a broken bell
And when a country falls
It explodes like hell

The twigs from the winter branches
Created slim legs for dances
no etiquette is observed by witches
The men are drawn in by alluring glances

For when a government falls down
It falls like a broken bell
And when a country starts to explode
It creates hell

The tears in the morning leaves
The Siamese cat on the prowl
As the ministers get back to work
They can hear the reporter’s howl

For when a government falls down
It falls like a broken bell
And when a country starts to explode
It creates hell

Like an old-fashioned battering ram
Manned by the middle classes
Charging at the common’s door
And behind it all the asses

And when a government falls down on its face
It rings like a broken bell
And if a country falls with it all
It makes hell