Lyrics:

RINGMASTER
The ship of state is all at sea
The King is confused
'Tis hard enough to place one foot before the last
To tread a path preordained by a law divine
But to pad all aimless on a shifting sea
Each man an island free to choose his fate
God's death; what dizzy, giddy, fall from grace...
Commerce, that barometer of faith
Tolls warning of the coming storm
No coffee in the marketplace
No peace on earth for rich or poor