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