See the glory
Of the royal scam
They are hounded down
To the bottom of a bad town
Amid the ruins
Where they learn to fear
An angry race of fallen kings
Their dark companions
While the memory of
Their southern sky was clouded
by
A savage winter
Every patron saint
Hung on the wall, shared the
room
With twenty sinners
See the glory
Of the royal scam
By the blackened wall
He does it all
He thinks he's died and gone
to heaven
Now the tale is told
By the old man back home
He reads the letter
How they are paid in gold
Just to babble in the back
room
All night and waste their
time
And they wandered in
From the city of St. John
without a dime
See the glory
Of the royal scam
Marco Giunco |
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