LIZARD Lyrics by King Crimson
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A:Prince Rupert Awakes
Farewell the temple master's bells
His kiosk and his black worm seed
Courtship solely of his word
With Eden guaranteed.
For now Prince Rupert's tears of glass
Make saffron sabbath eyelids bleed
Scar the sacred tablet of wax
On which the Lizards feed.

Wake your reason's hollow vote
Wear your blizzard season coat
Burn a bridge and burn a boat
Stake a Lizard by the throat.

Go Polonius or kneel
The reapers name their harvest dawn
All your tarnished devil's spoons
Will rust beneath our corn.
Now bears Prince Rupert's garden roam
Across his rain tree shaded lawn
Lizard bones become the clay-
And there a Swan is born

Wake your reasons' hollow vote
Wear your blizzard season coat
Burn a bridge and burn a boat
Stake a Lizard by the throat.

Gone soon Piepowder's moss-weed court
Round which upholstered Lizards sold
Visions to their leaden flock
Of rainbows' ends and gold.
Now tales Prince Rupert's peacock brings
Of walls and trumpets thousand fold
Prophets chained for burning masks
And reels of dreams unrolled . . .
A:Prince Rupert Awakes   Farewell the temple master's bells   His kiosk and his black worm seed   Courtship solely of his word   With Eden guaranteed.   For now Prince Rupert's tears of glass   Make saffron sabbath eyelids bleed   Scar the sacred tablet of wax   On which the Lizards feed.      Wake your reason's hollow vote   Wear your blizzard season coat   Burn a bridge and burn a boat   Stake a Lizard by the throat.      Go Polonius or kneel   The reapers name their harvest dawn   All your tarnished devil's spoons   Will rust beneath our corn.   Now bears Prince Rupert's garden roam   Across his rain tree shaded lawn   Lizard bones become the clay-   And there a Swan is born      Wake your reasons' hollow vote   Wear your blizzard season coat   Burn a bridge and burn a boat   Stake a Lizard by the throat.      Gone soon Piepowder's moss-weed court   Round which upholstered Lizards sold   Visions to their leaden flock   Of rainbows' ends and gold.   Now tales Prince Rupert's peacock brings   Of walls and trumpets thousand fold   Prophets chained for burning masks   And reels of dreams unrolled . . .