My father he lives in a castle.
That castle will be passed down to me.
The blood that pools up in the turrets, my friend,
will be cut loose and tumble down free.
In three short years, I will own this town;
every man will look up to me.
What I’m offering you is a bargain, my friend,
a horse with a wobbly knee.
Kneel down in the checkered grass;
let me tie my heart to your knee…
and you will fall in love with me.
My father he has a collection of spades,
that collection will be passed down to me.
The servant boys that pester you now
will be shedding their blood at your feet.
In three short years, when I walk these streets,
every man will fall at my feet.
Their hearts will wave like flags, my friend;
their hearts will wave like palm leaves
Kneel down by my wooden throne;
let me tie my sight to your wooden dreams…
and you will fall in love with me.
My father acquired a new set of clothes;
they were visible only to me.
Were you there to attend the parade
where he was laughed to death in the streets?
In three short years, I will find a stone
invisible only to me.
Every man will desire this stone,
tripping like fools at my feet.
Kneel down by my bleeding heart;
we’ll splice the truth from the fantasy…
and you will fall in love with me.