Cat's foot iron claw
Neuro-surgeons scream for more
At paranoia's poison door
21st century schizoid man

Blood rack barbed wire
Politician's funeral pyre
Innocents raped with napalm fire
21st century schizoid man

Death seed blind man greed
Poets' starving children bleed
Nothing he's got he really needs
21st century schizoid man

Said the straight man to the late man
Where have you been
I've been here and I've been there and
I've been between

I talk to the wind
My words are carried away
I talk to the wind
The wind does not hear
The wind cannot hear

I'm on the outside looking inside
What do I see
Much confusion disillusion
All around me

You don't possess me
Don't impress me
Just upset my mind
Can't instruct me or conduct me
Just use up my time

I talk to the wind
My words are carried away
I talk to the wind
The wind does not hear
The wind cannot hear

The wall on which the prophets wrote
Is cracking at the seams
Upon the instruments of death
The sunlight brightly gleams
When every man is turn apart
With nightmares and with dreams
Will no-one lay the laurel wreath
When silence drowns the screams

Confusion will be my epitaph
As I crowl a cracked and broken path
If we make it we can all sit back and laugh
But I fear tomorrow I'll be crying
Yes I fear tomorrow I'll be crying

Between the iron gates of fate
The seeds of time were sown
And watered by the deeds of those
Who know and who are known
Knowledge is a deadly friend
When no-one sets the rules
The fate of all mankind I see
Is in the hands of fools

Confusion will be my epitaph
As I crowl a cracked and broken path
If we make it we can all sit back and laugh
But I fear tomorrow I'll be crying
Yes I fear tomorrow I'll be crying

Call her moonchild
Dancing in the shallows of a river
Lonely moonchild
Dreaming in the shadow of the willow

Talking to the trees of the cobweb strange
Sleeping on the steps of a fountain
Waving silver wands to the night-birds song
Waiting for the sun on the mountain

She's a moonchild
Gathering the flowers in a garden
Lovely moonchild
Drifting on the echoes of the hours

Sailing on the wind in a milk white gown
Dropping circle stones on a sun dial
Playing hide and sick with the ghosts of dawn
Waiting for a smile from a sun child

The rusted chains of prison moons
Are shattered by the sun
I walk a road horizons change
The tournament's begun
The purple piper plays his tune
The choir softly sing
Three lullabies in an ancient tongue
For the court of the crimson king

The keeper of the city keys
Puts shutters on the dreams
I wait outside the pilgrim's door
With insufficient schemes
The black queen chants the funeral march
The cracked brass bells will ring
To summon back the fire witch
To the court of the crimson king

The gardener plants an evergreen
Whilst trampling on a flower
I chase the wind of a prism ship
To taste the sweet and sour
The pattern juggler lifts his hand
The orchestra begin
As slowly turns the grinding wheel
In the court of the crimson king

On soft grey mornings widows cry
The wise men share a joke
I run to grasp divining sings
To satisfy the hoax
The yellow jester does not play
But jently pulls the strings
And smiles as the puppets dance
In the court of the crimson king