Over time it was lost Price increased the cost Now the fortune of the kingdom Is locked up in its dungeon vaults The castle floor lies in traps With coiled wired set back Decoyed by old cheese Now the drawbridge has been lifted As the millions
They drop to their knees They pay homage to a king Whose dreams are buried In their minds
His tears are frozen stiff Icicles drip from his eyes The cold wind blows as it snows On those who fight to get in On heads that are small Disillusioned as they enter
They′re unaware what′s Behind castle walls But now it′s written in stone The king has been overthrowned By jesterly fools And the power of the people Shall come to believe they do rule They pay homage to a king Whose dreams are buried In their minds His tears are frozen stiff
Icicles drip from his eyes Welcome to the tragic kingdom Cornfields of popcorn Have yet to spring open Have they lost their heads Or are they just all blind mice We′ve heard all their stories One too many times Hypnotized by fireflies That glow in the dark Midgets that disquise themselves As tiny little dwarfs
The parade that′s electrical It serves no real purpose Just takes up a lot of juice Just to impress us They pay homage to a king Whose dreams are buried In their minds His tears are frozen stiff
Icicles drip from his eyes Welcome to the tragic kingdom Cornfields of popcorn Have yet to spring open
here sat babylon fattened by the purses of the worst and wrong where the decadent tastes of hell grew strong like a curse upon this tragic kingdom
Dusk descended like a final curtain On this stage only death was certain Singing through the turrets Like a velvet serenade
Played near a grave
Sentries and gentry, afforded the bloom Of a red setting sun and a bloodletting moon Applauded, then accorded them Portents of doom
Almost too soon...
They pissed upon the winds That rocked the cradles Laughing over the hovels grovelling to wolves
They kissed and sinned Under overstocked tables As the world outside grew sodden and mauled
here sat babylon fattened by the purses of the worst and wrong where the decadent tastes of hell grew strong like a curse upon this tragic kingdom
Gilles sat sipping damson absinthe From a goblet made of bone As lightning ripped and danced upon The flagstones Wayward fantasies marched on home
Now the treetops bowed to whisper In a thin Disney veneer They knew the howls so exquisitely honed Were those of children disappeared
They′d listened to the winds Heard the murdererd Abel Re-christened in the stone jaws of Tiffauges
Where the list of sins Grew beyond fable They now roared abroad, restless with debauch
Restless with debauch This tragic kingdom Would see Gods angels walk Away
Satanic, enigmatic His black magic was ecstatic Megalomanic in titanic displays Dressed in the best Wicked britches of the West He cut a mourning figure in a glorious swathe
But all his nightmares would come true Drowning in a stream of unbounded pleasure
Here sat Babylon Fattened by the purses of the worst and wrong Where the decadent tastes of Hell grew strong Like a curse upon This tragic kingdom
A curse upon This tragic kingdom
The moon bleared through the skeletal trees Averting her face from congenital deeds
Thus eves grew murky, haunted, grieved About this place laced with demon seed
Blanchet, a priest, his book of lies Exonerated him from Giles crimes Announced his fears, one night of sighs A night for cursing nursery rhymes In the light of fire wrestling feckless shadows
(the tracks get blacker for this tragic kingdom)
Gilles frightening wealth, his tightening grip On the weak and the rubies that his coffers let slip Steered to near runin in succesive years Of the most of excess and the best of it here In the light of the fire wrestling reckless shadows