Christopher Sean - Shaman Jakob (A Personal Apocalypse) lyrics

So the next time you win the world I say I hope you learn you were not born to play The part of a king, a pauper, a pawn But down in the trench with a pretty young blonde Let's say or suppose you hand her a rose Which ignites the night, so beautifully glows And she, in turn, hands her bare heart to you Then you know in heaven, child Every sweet dream comes true So just lay back and point to the sky Watch the color of pallor turn into pie Because the shape of all illusion Despite the stars of your contusion May suit you better than the rest Whether you pa**ed or failed the test You stand at the altar unable to say 'I do' Then you know in heaven, child Even bad dreams come true Finally strung out on happier trails Where the heart shines bright, after all love fails To move you to tears or conjure old fears Not one in a million will find you here As the way swings off like hyena laughter And the fools all jeer at happy ever after Now try to forget what you once thought you knew Then you know in heaven, child Every single dream comes true But who ever said you'd be better of dead? Who ever bled to to take a lady to bed? Who got a divorce just to marry a horse? Who? Who? Who? Who? Sure every thing's sweeter for those born anew Like to fly or to cry or goodbye - 'boo whou' But who ever told you to look so blue? Who? Who? Who? Who? O my sad prince of bad O my pure knight of sad O my bad actor of cause Forget your loss Fire the boss - It's you! Then you know in heaven Holding the number seven Filled to the brim with leaven I think you'll know when the four winds blow Even nightmares come true Boom Boom Boom Chalka, Chalka, Chalka Boom Boom Boom Chalka, Chalka, Chalka Boom Boom Boom Chalka, Chalka, Chalka Boom