The theater is showing the bourgeoisie The play, it's "An Ordinary Day" A strange sense creeps hauntingly from the stage, but hey, it's an ordinary day Oh, like a masquerade That coaxes all to leave reality Oh, lovely precious thoughts Of never returning Dear patrons all dazzled hypnotically In haze of a most peculiar state Dazed eyes gaze and sparkle with reverie Please stay? perfect, ordinary day Oh, like a masquerade That coaxes all to leave reality Oh, lovely precious thoughts Of never returning To this place we go In this place we are gone Into bliss we fall Into bliss we float on Oh, like a masquerade That coaxes all to leave reality Oh, lovely precious thoughts Of never returning