A ragged man came shuffling through |
| A puppet king on the 4th of June |
| And butterflies from all around |
| Settled on his paper crown |
A pretty sight it seemed to be |
| An avenue of eternal peace |
| But he said, "What is here can soon burn down..." |
| I'm the king of sunset town |
Watch a big wheel turning round |
| Some go up and some go down |
| Some go thirsty some just drown |
| That's the law round here |
| Said the king of sunset town |
And in the night he comes to me |
| And the square becomes a battlefield |
| Of staring eyes that can't explain |
| The insanity and the greater game |
Watch a big wheel turning round |
| Some go up and some go down |
| Some go thirsty some just drown |
| That's the law round here |
| Said the king of sunset town |
A ragged man came shuffling through |
| The corridors of this white place |
| And as he lay his body down |
| I saw the scars that lined his face |
| And injured souls came to his bed |
| To hear the stories he would tell |
| Of butterflies and summertimes |
| And everyone assembled here |
| Remembers how it used to be |
| Before the 27th came |
| This place will never be the same |
He said "I'm the king of sunset town" |
| Watch a big wheel turning round |
| Some go up and some go down |
| Some go thirsty some just drown |
| That's the law round here |
| Said the king of sunset town |