Let the deluded dancers dance
On the hallowed ‘Grave’ of the sleeping Lion
until they go lame with the crushing pain of ‘gain’
Let them smash their shallow skulls
Hitting the cottoned clouds
Riding high on stolen sacred wings
They will wake up from their drug-filled daze
To the piercing hangover of tomorrow’s pain
And know this hole they dug for lost souls was no Lion’s grave
A rabid ram shall never Lion be
No matter how long or swift-footed
The well-fed rogue dances over a man-made hole
Let the people rejoice in hopes long denied
For the final DANCE of their nightly dreams
Is set to start in concrete style
And the TIME for that tasty tango
Is ticking fast and loud
On the trusted face of the patient CLOCK!
For here comes a son with lively legs
To set the silent stage alight
And give the crippled, a WILL to wheel their dance!