Sunset Rubdown Black Swan
There was a black swan outside the palace
It was appointed by the king
And people took it as a sign that he needed more time
He said, “I ain’t afraid of no black bird!”
There was a rumor of the ghost in the bedroom
Hanging in and around the bed
But by the time the moon rose
You had taken off your clothes
And had the pillow under your head
There was the face you saw above you
In the fever of a hot black dream
But it was made out of paper and glue
And you were hoping for something a little more
realistic
You were hoping for the head of the queen
My heart is a kingdom
Where the king is a heart
My heart is king
My heart is king
My heart is a kingdom
Where the king is a heart
My heart is king
The king of hearts
There was the man who told the psychic he would have
you
If you could only give it on the way
He has carved out an avenue for you
From the palace to the palisades
But now it’s half destroyed
And you are half destroyed
I see you running down a washed out road
I see you running between, between the void
My heart is a kingdom
Where the king is a heart
My heart is king
The king of hearts
There was a rumor of the ghost in the bedroom
Hanging in and around the bed
But by the time the moon rose
You had taken off your clothes
And had the pillow under your head
You’ve got mascara all over your bedsheets!
You’ve got mascara all over your clothes!
You’ve got mascara making broken-heart shapes on your
face and you have
Yet to see the ghost!
My heart is a kingdom
Where the king is a heart
My heart is king
The king of hearts
