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To summon back the fire witch
To the court of the crimson king.

The gardener plants an evergreen
Whilst trampling on a flower.
I chase the wind
To summon back the fire witch
To the court of the crimson king.

The gardener plants an evergreen
Whilst trampling on a flower.
I chase the wind
the grinding wheel
In the court of the crimson king.

On soft gray mornings widows cry
The wise men share a joke;
I run to grasp divining signs
To satisfy
pets
I ain't got no cigarettes
It takes four hours of pushin' broom
To buy a four-by-twelve two-bit room
I'm a man of means, by no means
King
To summon back the fire witch
To the court of the crimson king.

The gardener plants an evergreen
Whilst trampling on a flower.
I chase the wind
To summon back the fire witch
To the court of the crimson king.

The gardener plants an evergreen
Whilst trampling on a flower.
I chase the wind
The choir softly sing
Three lullabies in ancient tongue
For the court of the Crimson King

The keeper of the city keys
Puts shutters on the dreams
I
Behind the mask of sorrow, four doors of doom behind my eyes
I've got their footprints all across my crimson mind

Long live, long live, long live the king
king of the night
And I am ready to face your strength

In the stone cold temple the four are gathered
The sweet innocent virgin lays unveiled
an eight by twelve four-bit room
I'm a man of means by no means, king of the road

Third boxcar, midnight train, destination, Bangor, Maine
Old worn-out
the wrong galaxy
Maybe we have broken a time barrier
And time is slowed by the gravitational forces of two fellow spacemen
Two fellow spacemen who were
cigarettes

About two hours of pushin' broom
Buys an eight by twelve four bed room
I'm a man of means, by no means
King of the road

Trailer for sale
Show me your banner
Come show me your sign
The Crimson King's eye
Is the mark to reveal you are mine
I am your master
I will make your dreams
by twelve four bit room
I'm a man of means by no means king of the road

Third boxcar midnight train destination Bangor Maine
Old worn out suit
for blind

Crimson reflections through a looking glass mind

1, 2, 3, 4, 5 Good reasons you know 
I should have left with a

Oh pretty baby
You
swear it's not contagious
In four short steps we can erase this

Step one: slit my throat
Step two: play in my blood
Step three: cover me in dirty
two hours of pushin' broom buys an eight by twelve four-bit room
I'm a man of means by no means, king of the road"

"Trailers for sale or rent, rooms
cigarettes.
Ah but two hours of pushin broom
Buys an eight by twelve four bit room.
I'm a man of means, by no means king of the road.

King of the road,
two hours of pushin' broom
Buys an eight by twelve four-bit room
I'm a man of means by no means, king of the road.

Trailers for sale or rent, rooms
a eight by twelve four bit room
I'm a man of means by no means king of the road

Third boxcar midnight train destination Bangor Maine
Old worn out suit
lonely faces look at me
Behind the mask of sorrow, four doors of doom behind my eyes
I've got their footprints all across my crimson mind

Long live, long
and spice and everything nice
Wasn't made for only girls
GI Joe in panty hose is making room
For the one and only

King for a day, princess by dawn
King for
two hours of pushin' broom 
Buys a eight by twelve four-bit room
I'm a man of means by no means, 
King of the road
cigarettes
Ah, but, two hours of pushin' broom
Buys an eight by twelve four-bit room
I'm a man of means by no means, king of the road.

Trailers for sale
an eight by twelve four bit room
I'm a man of means by no means, king of the road
Third box car midnight train, destination Bangor, Maine
Old worn out