in my land of wonder lives a mean, old king
with an iron fist he rules, and with a cracked voice he sings
"be my joker, be my queen
be a dancer, make a scene"
then he laughs and drags me down
to despair and to decay
he fills my head with nonsense
and yet I let him stay
will there be land of wonder, when the king is dead?
when all the words are spoken, when all the tears are shed?
