Miss Fortune - Faust

«Are we supposed to be or not to be?»

Said the angel to the Queen

I lift up my skirt and Voltaire turns

As he speaks, his mouth full of garlic

White, yes, white

Miss fortune of us two

He told you to be free

And you obeyed

We have to decide which is important

A war we never see or a street so black

Babies die, a system and a theory

Or our wish to be free

To organize and analyze

And at the end realize

That nobody knows

If it really happened