All those words he said,npainted black and red,nleaped out the windowntonight.nAnd all those pretty girls,nthose bright shining pearls,nhe'll pass byntonight.nnCuz' they all knownwhat he has in mind.nnThe shepherd broke his staff;nthe flock will never lastntill' winternends.nAnd all his servant boys,nwith their new shiny toys -nthey're never comingnback.nnCuz' they all know,njust what they lack.nnEvery poet's dream,nbroken at the seamsntill' the screen goesnblack.nThe pens of all the greats,ninking out in haste at thencemetaryngate,nncuz' they all came,nthey're never looking back.nnThe king that lost his crown;nit shattered on the groundnand the jester took hisnprize,nand all those servant girls,nfumbling for the pearls whilenthe men waitninside,nnCuz' they don't knownwho else to fight.