If you ever come to our town On a carousel crusade And you're tired of fighting windmills with a nail Cross the fence and join the dragons Who have never made the grade Cara’s castle and the keepers of a most unholy grail.
Oh Cara, Queen of the losers, ruler of the weak Give the poet what he chooses till he's too dumb to speak
There's a clock upon the mantle But its hands forget the time And the windows turn their backs upon the day And the people in the shadows Could be all lost friends of mine Cara’s courtiers need no light – need no light to lose their way
Oh Cara, Queen of the losers, ruler of the weak Give the poet what he chooses till he's too dumb to speak
From the end to the beginning Crippled minds retrace the steps From the burial to the birth they do retreat Wonderin’ where and when and why Their souls were slaughtered while they slept Cara’s courtiers know no victory – know no victory just defeat
Oh Cara, Queen of the losers, ruler of the weak Give the poet what he chooses till he's too dumb to speak
One by one the battered soldiers Go slowly cross the moat One by one they seek new castles somewhere else With their crutches and the cravens And I wonder is there hope Is there hope for Cara’s courtiers – and the wars against themselves
Oh Cara, Queen of the losers, ruler of the weak Give the poet what he chooses till he's too dumb to speakTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
