Hour - The Joker Lyrics

Children of the future speeding
Playing blackjack at a bent casino
And the Joker's standing at the door
Laughing at the world
The future was murdered at the font
The cradle of hope has died
And in the dark he's incandescent
>From his flame of blood and money

Walked into a smoke-filled room
Danced amongst the dying children
I don't care about the future
And the Joker cares only for the Joker

Now today in all our greed
All we want is sex and money
But is there something all that wrong
If life's about speed and power
As we race towards our fate, the grave
There's no one here that you can save
So do your crime and pay no time
Go to hell and don't come back

The Joker murders for his life
He destroys the world of millions
But in this world there's death or glory
And nurtures gifts form bent black money

The Joker laughs the Joker cries
The Joker lives from his black lies
The Joker kills the Joker dies
The Joker is, you and I