With the tuning of the instruments
Expectations are running high
Like they're all in competition
Instead of on each others side

As the conductor enters stage left
Knowingly waving the baton
Feels he was born for this very moment
In history to live on

The tune has been written by many
Over the course of time
With every new band and conductor
Adding to it their own lines

There's an air of anticipation
From the weary worn out crowd
The conductor clears his throat
As he turns around

I'd like to welcome you all here
Please hold your applause until the end
With this Symphony Of Disaster
As we strike up the band