The kings

Romeo
Kings live alone at the top
They feel lonely, they feel rotten
They don’t even know what happens down-under
They don’t ask what tears to pieces their conscience

Benvolio
A law for the people does not count for kings
For them is the power but also bitter grieve
In their palaces, it is nasty quiet
Here is the party, (Oh) people what a difference

Chorus
Here, here one makes love and gives feasts
Here one boozes like a beast
Here one parties, here one dances
Here dullness does not get a chance
The time that glides through our hand
Just like the grains of the sand
What good will do here a great ideal
Or high standing moral

Mercutio
Kings never go their own way
They feel anxious about what one will say
High up in their towers of pure ivory
Now only air enters but no love anymore

Romeo, Mercutio
Kings fight but never next to each other,
They love too much the absolute power
But we here down-under, the people of the street,
Are never understood right
And kept in a state of tutelage

Repeat Chorus (x3)