someone dosed the fiddler

Things are getting out of hand A bebadged clown went downtown To lock up the peachtree band Swinging chandelier lights flicker Fire on the lawn - or is it dawn The percussionists' pace picks up, quicker And someone Dosed the fiddler Strobe light shadows rocking, crying A Cajun falls down and crawls Slithers up your leg to call, stop trying But there is no hand upon trigger No foretold beast, no of these least The diplomats, they will not cease to bicker And someone Dosed the fiddler Ghosts dance in smoke as shots start flying Our Great Lady tall wavers, falls Clings onto her isle and calls, i'm dying The vile king's bunker chandelier flickers Fire upon his lawn foretells of dawn Above we sing a new song, and he's sickened And someone Dosed the fiddler