He sits in his corner as he cries with his crowbar
Laughs at the wall of his lunacy
He'll never tell a soul where he's been

Makes a cup of tea
The leaves are brewing
The spider in his mug a' spewing

Soul of his body to steep comfort
A wishful cure for the broken and hurt

He's the Cellar-King
And no one knows where he's been
He sings his song and carries on
The lonely Cellar-King

Madness is his legacy
Sanity will break him free
He shakes his head as he goes to bed
And dreams of another love

Morning dew dampen the sheets
His immunity then depletes
His crowbar strikes at the brick of green
It's the Cellar King, a solemn scene