Close the door
Turn out the light
Savants, a pillbox please
A man’s overboard without dreams
While the actors sleep induced
And the artist’s bow draws down
Turn the dial, oh amulet
For the prince of sightless change
His carriage wept by
With all the trappings of death and saints

I’m sailing shale while shirking trust
And finding dawn in dusk
And Satan’s in the mangers of Troy
I’m bailing shale while shirking trust
And finding dawn in dusk
But only kings and queens may skip the void
‘Tis disaster, fie-i-o
I’ll tend these pyres for you
And poor William
He’s in the poor house with cagey souls

Take the pledge of the rodeo
Where mudders sheltered thee
And mothers pray for the tithe or leave of man
As we’ll come to understand them
A gerrymandering brought them free
Idolaters and those sanctified
In monographs and in jibes
Stand upon the alter
For an umpteenth repast of due fame

Say, bosom brave, Illumen mine
Suspended fine in crepe
Your papered children have been atomized
Say, bosom brave, illumen mine
Suspended fine in crepe
Your papered children have been atomized
‘Tis disaster, fie-i-o
I’ll tend these pyres for you
And poor William
He’s in the poor house with a ratlike soul