[Verse 1]
Blue heavens, blue heavens, why do you grey?
Found a rope in the tree and a crown in the hay
Wolves they call they follow me home
There´s a knife in my hand but I'm still throwing stones
Stones that I'm throwing, they turn into maggots
Am I running from beasts, or just from bad habits?
Am I running from beasts, or just from bad habits?

[Chorus]
Like the turn of the wheel, like the cold of the steel
Ain't no use for the cryin' in the den of the lion

[Verse 2]
King of fools, scepter and crown
Sat on his throne like a god looking down
Full of holes he still seems to float
Weighted by lead that was tied to his throat
Hands of glass, see-through and clear
Cannot be seen by the ones he holds dear
Cannot be seen by the ones he holds dear

[Verse 3]
Heir to woe with a burden to hold
Now goes hungry for seeds sold for gold
Cigarette filters made up his sheets
Try as he might he could not find sleep
Soul was taken, tied to a mast
Put there for judgment and wind for to cast
Put there for judgment and wind for to cast
[Chorus]
Like the turn of the wheel, like the cold of the steel
Ain't no use for the cryin' in the den of the lion
Like the turn of the wheel, like the cold of the steel
Ain't no use for the cryin' in the den of the lion

[Outro]
Blue heavens, blue heavens, why do you grey?
Found a rope in the tree and a crown in the hay
Found a rope in the tree and a crown in the hay