Feasting on a world he knows so well
And the sick from their beds
When you've forgotten the names
of the stars on skeleton's face
the expression on her face
When it couldn't happen here,
Why don't we pass the time
Playing a little solitaire
till the punishment obscures the cry
There'll be nothing left but a tumour
the expression on her face
When the marketplace has been
swept away with the leaves
Let me take you down to my den of thieves
Let me take you down to my den
the expression on her face
And when it couldn't happen here,
Why don't we pass the time
playing a little solitaire?
Why don't we pass the time
playing a little solitaire?
Why don't we pass the time
playing a little solitaire?