And what you thought you knew
Was suddenly reduced
The ground shifts beneath you
The road forks into two

Your brain could blow a fuse
You'd be tomorrow's news
The memory of you
Could shake away these blues

A Jester for a King
Plays the tongue-in-cheek
Hides a tear beneath
In a man of concrete
He's balanced on a beam
Eyes crossed at his feet

There's soldiers at your home
They're seizing wherewithal
A father tells a son
The secret place to crawl

A whisper then a scream
A duchy on the knees
Grins with alarming dreams
In a guillotine machine
It's the man of vanity
Pleading mercy mercy

Queens and drolls, Wives and wolves,
There's blood on off-white walls, sending in the
Heart and Head of Anne Boleyn
Dividing up the dividends
Casting stones at the sideshow
When bars close
The noses blow till a tko in comatose
The dollar grows
When the status quo can change it's clothes
A lazy lord on a fainting couch
Like a secret held in a big big mouth of teeth
That drifts and drawls, drifts and drawls...