The bells of the crown Are being stolen by bandits I must follow the sound The triangle tingles And the trumpets play slow The sky is on fire And I must go There's no need for anger There's no need for blame There's nothing to prove Ev'rything's still the same Just a table standing empty By the edge of the sea The sky is trembling And I must leave. The jacks and queens Have forsaked the courtyard Now file past the guards In the space where the deuce And the ace once ran wild The sky is folding I'll see you in a while. See the cross-eyed pirates sitting Perched in the sun Shooting tin cans With a sawed-off shotgun And the neighbors they clap And they cheer with each blast The sky's changing color And I must leave fast. King Kong, little elves On the rooftoops they dance Valentino-type tangos While the make-up man's hands Shut the eyes of the dead Not to embarrass anyone The sky is embarrassed And I must be gone. The machine guns are roaring The puppets heave rocks The fiends nail time bombs To the hands of the clocks Call me any name you like I will never deny it The sky is erupting I must go where it's quiet.