Even the earnest of kings have their downfall
Just as an unstoppable force meets their immovable wall
Try as they will to retain their crown
As a jester would force an insincere frown

Yeah, life ***** about as much as it blows
For every brightest sun, a black wind will follow
For every day late and a dollar short
It's never too late to play our part

I dabble back and forth
Whether I'm happy or sad
Never a dull moment in my head
To save me from the mad-

Lest I become a slave to this machine
It demands peace for oil and blood for gasoline

A petty tribute for a moment of peace
A simple price to pay for one enormous release