And they wandered in 

From the city of St. John 

Without a dime 

Wearing coats that shined 

Both red and green

Colors from their sunny island 

From their boats of iron 

They looked upon the promised land 

Where surely life was sweet 

On the rising tide 

To New York City 

Did they ride into the street 

See the glory

Of the royal scam 



They are hounded down 

To the bottom of a bad town 

Amid the ruins 

Where they learn to fear 

An angry race of fallen kings 

Their dark companions 

While the memory of 

Their southern sky was clouded by 

A savage winter 

Every patron saint 

Hung on the wall, shared the room 

With twenty sinners 



See the glory

Of the royal scam 



By the blackened wall 

He does it all 

He thinks he's died and gone to heaven 

Now the tale is told 

By the old man back home

He reads the letter 

How they are paid in gold 

Just to babble in the back room 

All night and waste their time 

And they wandered in 

From the city of St. John without a dime 



See the glory

Of the royal scam