Chewing down these lonesome pills
while dreaming of a cure
So tired of all the kills and thrills
that echoes around you
It's safe to say that trips are right
if they lead you past the sun
But to melt to death inside her core
can never and will never be that fun
Abandoned and appointed
by the wizard up above
He brings me rain, he tells me tales,
each one about love
Sure, said I, but do you need
to paint all happy ends
Isn't there a missing word
in each story that you send
You caught me off my guard last night,
and you sang what's worth to sing
Beggars don't beg easily,
but they remember everything
The Royal cool will fade away,
you hear the beggars scream
It's so easy to be down and out,
so much harder to believe