In this carnival each one wears a mask
And the demons know at who to laugh
The thin are fat
The fat are thin
And the fallen sinner has no sin
In this carnival
You're going down to the bowels of Hell
The burning flesh you can smell
In this carnival the poor rule the estate
While the rich, their peasants rule their fate
The holy men are now whores
And the whores with piety do bore
In this carnival the thinkers are unsure
While cretins write books by the score
The angels in the bowels of Hell
The healthy now are all unwell
