The king has lost his head today they've given the slaves a holiday
I'll take mine
I'll take my chains and walk along the last and laughing mile
cracked is the mirror in the gloom
I can't see the reflections anymore
All thoughts absurd I have only words
to give you on the last and laughing mile
There are no treasures I can possess
Like dreams of gold they're meaningless
cold are the visions haunting me
madness is waiting at the door
then you and I side by side
can walk along the last and laughing mile.