Rukeli's Last Dance - Thomas Azier

The white — oak is waiting for the cut

Caked in flour, hair dyed blonde

All he ever wanted was to dance with the crowd around him

And now the’re gonna watch him fall

Looking down into his darkened eyes

The great white prize was held aloft

And all he ever wanted was to dance with the crowd around him.

But now they’re

gonna watch him fall

Take your turn, the floor is yours again

Flour and blood, mixed up, and your hair dyed blonde

Take your turn, the crowd is yours again

Covered in blood, messed up, ready to take them on, ready to take them on