Machiavelli's round table has their chain mail on tonight
In the streets of New York turning that East Village upright
In the high rise castle walls princesses overdose on that sweet kiss
And lost in New Jersey is that unfortunate young prince
And those
Baptismal waters flow
Bells of Rhymney chime all alone
Time flickers, fade away slow
All weathering the cornerstone
Weathering the cornerstone
Dressed up so cocky, Ichabod unknowingly goes out tonight
And winds up in Connecticut where the last of the Mohicans lies
Even the lowliest servant knows that nothing is how it seems
That American justice is the gallows or the guillotine
Baptismal waters flow
Bells of Rhymney chime all alone
Time flickers, fade away slow
All weathering the cornerstone
Weathering the cornerstone
There watching from the balcony sits Draco and his team
Watching princes and paupers losing the New American Dream
From the bay to the church walls Paul Revere's still beating that bad horse down
And the Piper disappears into the woods without a sound
Baptismal waters flow
Bells of Rhymney chime all alone
Time flickers, fade away slow
All weathering the cornerstone
Weathering the cornerstone
And on a night like tonight, I'm Song of Myself collecting dust on the shelf
You're a book of fairy tales, oh stories we all know so well
Remember to light candles if you ever bring me out again
And I promise to be all of those fairy tales