Devils Den

There is no color in the king

And he's softer than a queen

Confusion reigns, sometimes it reigns

Now a colored sky never makes anybody cry

But a gray cloud always makes it rain

Mmm, sometimes it rains

He only has the moves of a knight

But he wants the absolute freedom of a queen

Too bad the only money he's got's all coming in colored American green

You know it's worthless paper you can spend or save

Go ahead and count that by yourself, but look out

Somebody's looking

You're supposed to do that by yourself—count it

He says he's not doing anything wrong

He thinks he's just another part of the royal story

But does it always have to start that way?

Always ending with one man's warning

Don't talk back, some ruler says

Or everything you need will go away

And every answer you think you've ever said is just a guess

And the king of clocks just locks up every day

Clock strikes damn near perfect at night

But it moves so slow in the morning light

King says a crown never makes a man but we all know different

Yeah, we all know

He thinks he's

Oh, he thinks he's born to glory

Heh, he thinks he's born to glory

Is that gray man sane? No color, no name

Is that gray man sane? No color, no name

Is that gray man sane? No color, no name

Is that gray man sane? No color, no name

Is that gray man sane? No color, no name

Is that gray man sane? No color, no name

Is that gray man sane? No color, no name

Is that gray man sane? No color, no name

Is that gray man sane? No color, no name

Is that gray man sane? No color, no name