The Observatory - Queen of Fate Lyrics
The upright guards with their purple hearts guarding the queen of spadesOn the isle of monopoly, they've been calling her queen of fateAlong the fence of her courtyard, see her people gather 'roundOnly to catch a glimpse of her highness in her royal gown& Her circus mirror tells us what we need to knowA ring of smoke is rising up as we buy into the showThe man of beard and sideburns, like moses with his stonesDrinks from the old river & eats leftover bonesAlong the horizon came a hired hurricane& Men of the opposition look into the eye of the rainTouch-me-nots & lilies surround a dying horseBeneath the golden bough, all that is true becoming falseAlong the river valleys & dead alleys, eager horses waitPatiently, for inevitably, your turn comes in the hands of fateWhen the old workhorse is dead & buried in the snowRain pours down, flowers bloom & growStill the whip is driven all through night & day& The horses run about, eat hay, grateful when they get to playA lifetime long of work & songWe toil with joy & painA lifetime long of slaveryTo the queen of the pouring rainThe queen sits in her courtyard making up the rules, taking off her shoesThe clowns juggle blindly, entertaining fools, investigating cluesThe joker on his bicycle, rattling his bells, balancing well& The man who lost his wallet, takes his clothes off & sells his soul to hell& The devil child with a stroke of genius strikes his mother downThe king of ships went sailing once, was lost, was never foundThe ailing aisle of wasted smiles is washed up on its shoreKing jack & noah with a handshake, seals & settles forA night of pleasure, a night of pain, a night against the lawNoah waits for the queen of hate & treats her like a prostituting whoreShe screams like she's been punished in the room of jack the kingShe might even enjoy it if jack joined inThe curtains heavy with the burden of not letting light inThe king-sized bed not quite big enough for the violent rocking& The maid never wanders in without a fair warningIn the purple chambers where the sun sleeps this morningJack the king, he's lying in a pool of blood, noah hangs in the crowdShe opens her doors to let the flood out, her followers bowed& While the ocean parts, the common voice of a revolution startsRevenge was always written in the cardsShe's always been the queen of spades not hearts.
