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The rusted chains of prison moons
are shattered by the sun
I walk a road, horizons change
the tournament’s begun
The purple piper plays his tune
the choir softly sing
Three lullabies in an ancient tongue
for the court of the crimson king

The keeper of the city keys
put shutters on the dreams
I wait outside the pilgrim’s door
with insufficient schemes
The black queen chants
the funeral march
The cracked brass bells will ring
to summon back the fire witch
to the court of the crimson king

The gardener plants an evergreen
whilst trampling on a flower
I chase the wind of a prism ship
to taste the sweet and sour
The pattern juggler lifts his hand
the orchestra begin
As slowly turns the grinding wheel
in the court of the crimson king.

On soft grey mornings widows cry
the wise men share a joke
I run to grasp divining signs
to satisfy the hoax
The yellow jester does not play
but gently pulls the strings
and smiles as the puppets dance
in the court of the crimson king

The clubs are all closed and the ladies are leaving,
There s nobody nobody knows on the street;
A few stranded souls standing cold at the station,
An nowhere to go but to bed and to sleep.

Chorus:
Lord, would you look at you...

Twenty five dollars- wasted on you
got you out of trouble- but you ll soon come by
for another try

you re a friend of mine- and I know
only crooked places you can go
your eyes conveyed too many lies

Chorus:...

Oh yes I m the great pretender (ooh ooh)
Pretending I m doing well (ooh ooh)
My need is such I pretend too much
I m lonely but no one can tell

Oh yes I m the great pretender (ooh ooh)
Adrift in a world of my own (ooh ooh)...

We re sorry richard s not at home
He d like to spend the day alone
And we don t know why we believe
What we believe

We re sorry jane can t come to play
She s sad and won t come out today
And we don t know why we believe
What we believe

And he...

Taste of corruption
the semll of lies
the world s your witness
with empty eyes

There s no fame or glory
only the face of death
goin down together
stabbed in the back

Bloodmoney

The wheels are turning
turning slow
in this big world
you re on...