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Your good-time prince no longer laughs
Or sleeps with famous men
But hangs around in nightclubs
And contemplates revenge
While you exchange reminiscences
With the Captain of the Guards
Sometimes dealing out salvation
Sometimes dealing out the cards
Your cross-eyed queen removes her crown
And combs her glowing hair
While incense candles flicker on
To purify the air
And Judas hanging from his tree
Resolves to change his ways
For dead men tell no dirty jokes
And sing no songs of praise
The out-of-tune piano grande
Plays music for the blind
But I can read my science fiction
And I can spill my gin and lime
And though the seas have all run dry
And the sun has ceased to flame
I've seen the Golden Gates
I've seen a strange amazing day |
