I am blind and in step
With the trout-greased crowd
If only for a while
And they scheme with Caesarean smiles
Who knows how these stunners
Shun their lies?
Spires on the next estate
Spread the whips with the reportage
They said, "These vermin go back eat fowl?"
"These vermin go back eat fowl?"
The barbaric will climb the Empire steps
Or clash along the proud blue marches
Let physics compound the myth
Let physics compound the myth
Here are the mogul's wives
Authority rests in the nests of these snakes
(guitar solo)
And the pole, oft-knocked door?
Match up the sparks
Silly teen-aged dons?
Flamenco stilts on a hardwood floor
Is it asking too much
To ask for more?
I was bound in the underground
Had to put up, the lays? to tracks
But the grave has robbed you of your shine
Yes, the grave has robbed you of your shine
There they stand with their digits raised
Their dry hands are soaked in scales
Some wanting without the worth
Some wanting without the worth
There go the mogul's wives
They parade round the square with their hair black in pompadours
(guitar solo and coda)