The scenario is bright

For the King & Carol

What we must tell her

And seasons are slow

So wait we must

And hide from ourselves

Overrun by the rank

Roll over like an egg

And a man-child will kill them

And a quick procession follow



Oh, so now you know

We're all standing in line

For the King & Caroline

And the wisdom they will sell us

And the wisdom they will sell

Sell

Sell

Sell

Sell, oh, oh