Have you looked to the cosmos lately
A galaxy of man
It'll rearrange your mind
Like a puppet swinging on
A tightrope of its fate
It's a circus made of stars
While the jester raised his cue
He's looking down at you
It goe's on and on and on
For a pawn against a king
He's got the next five moves to make
And the Stymie wears his ring
It goe's on and on and on
Hide the scars under your treasures
Comfort kills the soul
It's time for the curtain call
As the jester takes the stage
He deviates the crowd
And we smile like its okay
This pantomime is sick
It goe's on and on and on
For a pawn against a king
He's got the next five moves to make
And the Stymie wears his ring
It goe's on and on and on
It goe's on and on and on
For a pawn against a king
He's got the next five moves to make
And the Stymie wears his ring
It goe's on and on and on
Ouwww
Do do do do
Oh It's time
Oh it's time
