Lying on the thieving mattress Queen ties her hair to a bun Pawning off to be a nun The cheek has been turned King peers through the window Eyeing what he did not seek Solitary could not speak No lesson has been learned The king has lost his throne The queen escaped with the jester King shot at both but missed her The jester died on the street Now the vinyl has been flipped The side she plays is spoken It's beaten, battered, and broken Seems to be on repeat Now the king is all alone His days are long and hazy Sorrowful, dead, and crazy He failed to break the spell Lover's lane has been lost Guarded by the foulest beast No man, saint, nor priest Can break these gates of hell