For God’s sake let’s sit upon the ground
and tell sad tales of the death of kings
riding to their doom in a long black limosine

Maybe it’s all for the better
Maybe it’s all for the best
says the man with the open umbrella
to the girl in the polka-dot dress

You better get your story straight together
A lapidary pyramid of lies
Burned into the memory forever
Stations of the crossfire in disguise