Order + joy

Without order there is no joy
I stake anything as a means to employ
I know you can see it don't make me repeat it
Without order there is no joy

Many things in this world will come down
It's on you when your feet hit the ground
We can see who is laughing now
It's not so funny when you talk about money

Chaos is spreading across your face
It's making me ill let's get out of this place
The music they play it says nothing to me
It's not worth repeating it's just history

It's amazing that this style was invented
If it came around now you'd do your best to prevent it
Don't be so lazy and also repetive
It's pathetic this was never intended