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.