Balloon Tethered To a Rock

Attackers clap Masquerade of busy motion I'm a rock under the sun Centrifuge to the spokes and gears All hero's plunder and pull Headless vikings with no role Greasy drug addicts, coarse and bold Where sagitarius runs her fiery fleet I'm still dedicated on a one way street Can't alter this marching bull Come hectic, come dancers smashing In the morning, we'll all take up our role At night singing the stars off their perch