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Cat's foot iron claw
Neuro-surgeons scream for more At paranoia's poison door Twenty-first century schizoid man. Blood rack barbed wire Politicians' funeral pyre Innocents raped with napalm fire Twenty-first century schizoid man. Death seed blind man's greed Poets' starving children bleed Nothing he's got he really needs Twenty-first century schizoid man. |
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Get your bearings, know your time
Don't you worry, the weather's gonna be fine All the world knows what I'm saying All the world knows what I'm saying Let's all get stoned Higher and higher Get it together, work it out Simplicity is what it's about All the world knows what I'm saying All the world knows what I'm saying Let's all get stoned Higher and higher |
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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 gray 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 gentle pulls the strings And smiles as the puppets dance In the court of the crimson king. |
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Travel weary capricorn
Move on To another dawn. Travel weary tired and torn Hold on, you will be reborn. Capricorn, dawn, torn, reborn... |
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Cat's foot iron claw
Neuro-surgeons scream for more At paranoia's poison door Twenty-first century schizoid man. Blood rack barbed wire Politicians' funeral pyre Innocents raped with napalm fire Twenty-first century schizoid man. Death seed blind man's greed Poets' starving children bleed Nothing he's got he really needs Twenty-first century schizoid man. |
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Why don't you just drop in
And love the life of sin And squirm inside your cage You are a prisoner of your rage Why don't you just drop in And play the game to win The rules you pick and choose The odds are stacked for you to loose Why don't you just drop in And let the game begin You'll wish you'd learn to play And live to die another day |
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The wall on which the prophets wrote
Is cracking at the seams Upon the instruments of death The sunlight brightly gleams When every man is torn apart With nightmares and with dreams Will no one lay the laurel wreath When silence drowns the screams Confusion will be my epitaph As I crawl a cracked and broken path If we make it we can all sit back and laugh But I fear tomorrow I'll be crying Yes, I fear tomorrow I'll be crying Yes, I fear tomorrow I'll be crying Between the iron gates of fate The seeds of time were sown And watered by the deeds of those Who know and who are known Knowledge is a deadly friend If no one sets the rules The fate of all mankind I see Is in the hands of fools The wall on which the prophets wrote Is cracking at the seams Upon the instruments of death The sunlight brightly gleams When every man is torn apart With nightmares and with dreams Will no one lay the laurel wreath When silence drowns the screams Confusion will be my epitaph As I crawl a cracked and broken path If we make it we can all sit back and laugh But I fear tomorrow I'll be crying Yes, I fear tomorrow I'll be crying Yes, I fear tomorrow I'll be crying Crying Crying Yes, I fear tomorrow I'll be crying Yes, I fear tomorrow I'll be crying Yes, I fear tomorrow I'll be crying Crying |
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Get your bearings, know your time
Don't you worry, the weather's gonna be fine All the world knows what I'm saying All the world knows what I'm saying Let's all get stoned Higher and higher Get it together, work it out Simplicity is what it's about All the world knows what I'm saying All the world knows what I'm saying Let's all get stoned Higher and higher |
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Travel weary capricorn
Move on To another dawn. Travel weary tired and torn Hold on, you will be reborn. Capricorn, dawn, torn, reborn... |
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