Didn't you know that the world is a show And you are the writer of the day And I come on stage and I lay down the groove And I say all the things I have to say Didn't you know that my heart is a slave And I serve only something I call You And I lay down the groove and a here comes the tune and a You know exactly what to do Hold the door when the old guard's falling Hold the door when there's people calling Hold the door in the darkness of the night Hold the door in the darkest hour Hold the door it's a mythical power Hold the door oh the end is near in sight Didn't you know that this great old big show Is all, all just a cover meant for you So I lay down the groove on my old blik guitar And I sing only things I know are true Hold the door when the old guard's falling Hold the door when there's people calling Hold the door in the darkness of the night Hold the door in the darkest hour Hold the door it's a mythical power Hold the door oh the end is near in sight Didn't you know that this world is a show And that all of this writing's meant for you So I lay down my arms and I turn off the charm And I do all the things You want me to