Night of the trickster

Well, I once knew a man
He burned down his rich brothers mansion
Broke down the door
Stormed the house in a militant way
He took a BB gun, and he shoved it in his face
"Its a case of life or death", that's what he did say

He crawled up heavy stairs
Made of marble and stolen gold
He saw pretty girls dressed in fake glamor skins
In a tree far away he left his good old sniper gun
That old soldier allowed the night of the trickster
To begin

Sneaking back halls, crying-screaming
Laughing at his fathers sins
He's a misfit now, he got away somehow
Deep puppet strings make him now take a bow
Oh creative child, artistic child
He may create the means to an end
So the government snuck in his house trying to kill him
So his future anarchy, they may prevent