Jefferson Starship - Devil's Den lyrics
[Jefferson Starship - Devil's Den lyrics]
There is no color in the King
And he is softer than the Queen
Confusion reigns, sometimes it reigns
Now a colored sky never makes anybody cry
But a grey cloud always makes it rain
Sometimes it rains
He only has the moves of a knight
But he wants the absolute freedom of a Queen
Too bad the only money he's got is coming in
Colored American green
You know it's worthless paper you
Can spend or save go ahead and count that by
Yourself but look out somebody's looking
You're supposed to do that by
Yourself - count it he says he's not doing
Anything wrong he thinks
He's just another part of the royal story
But does it always have to start that way
Always ending someday with no man's warning
Don't talk back, some ruler says
Or everything you need will go away
Every answer you think you've ever
Said is just a guess
And the King of clocks just
Slowly locks up every day
Clocks strikes damn near perfect at night
But it moves so slow in the morning light
King says a crown doesn't make the man
But we all know, yes we all know
He thinks he's born to glory
Until he dies by the devine right of Kings
No one down here wants to give
That man any golden wings
And man must fly, man must fly
Is that grey man sane no color, no name
And he is softer than the Queen
Confusion reigns, sometimes it reigns
Now a colored sky never makes anybody cry
But a grey cloud always makes it rain
Sometimes it rains
He only has the moves of a knight
But he wants the absolute freedom of a Queen
Too bad the only money he's got is coming in
Colored American green
You know it's worthless paper you
Can spend or save go ahead and count that by
Yourself but look out somebody's looking
You're supposed to do that by
Yourself - count it he says he's not doing
Anything wrong he thinks
He's just another part of the royal story
But does it always have to start that way
Always ending someday with no man's warning
Don't talk back, some ruler says
Or everything you need will go away
Every answer you think you've ever
Said is just a guess
And the King of clocks just
Slowly locks up every day
Clocks strikes damn near perfect at night
But it moves so slow in the morning light
King says a crown doesn't make the man
But we all know, yes we all know
He thinks he's born to glory
Until he dies by the devine right of Kings
No one down here wants to give
That man any golden wings
And man must fly, man must fly
Is that grey man sane no color, no name