Devil's Den

There is no color in the king

And he is softer than the queen

Confusion reigns, sometimes it reigns.



Now a colored sky never makes anybody cry

But a grey cloud always makes it rain, sometimes it rains.



He only has the moves of a knight

But he wants the absolute freedom of a queen

Too bad the only money he's got is coming in

Colored american green.



You know it's worthless paper you can spend or save

Go ahead and count that by yourself but look out

Somebody's looking

You're supposed to do that by yourself - count it

He says he's not doing anything wrong he thinks

He's just another part of the royal story

But does it always have to start that way

Always ending someday

With no man's warning.



Don't talk back, some ruler says, or everything

You need will go away

Every answer you think you've ever said is just a guess

And the king of clocks just slowly locks up every day.



Clocks strikes damn near perfect at night

But it moves so slow in the morning light

King says a crown doesn't make the man

But we all know, yes we all know, he thinks he's born to glory.



Until he dies by the devine right of kings

No one down here wants to give that man any golden wings

And man must fly, man must fly

Is that grey man sane

No color, no name.


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