It was midnightMidnight at noonEveryone talked in rhymeEveryone
saw the big clock tickingNobody knewNobody knew the timeElegant
debutantes smiledEveryone fought for dimesNewspapers screamed
for bloodIt was the best of timesEvery place around the world it
seemed the sameCan’t hear the rhythm for the drumsEverybody wants
to look the other wayWhen something wicked this way
comesSometimes they tie a thief to the treeSometimes I
stareSometimes it’s meEveryone told the truthAll that we heard
were liesA pope claimed he’d been wrong in the pastThis was a
big surpriseEveryone fell in loveA cardinal’s wife was jailedThe
government saved a dying planetWhen popular icons failedEvery
place around the world it seemed the sameCan’t hear the rhythm
for the drumsEverybody wants to look the other wayWhen something
wicked this way comesSometimes they tie a thief to the
treeSometimes I stareSometimes it’s meSometimes I stareSometimes
it’s me…