I’m the Wild Card Devil spinning
the wheel with the secret lever
revealing this rap trap-door portal, gimme your attention,
my words writhe in the innards that are
usually hidden from the clockwork ostinato,
I got the clave, I mean key unlocked and I’m on a drum roll,
feel my cloven clop-clippity, let’s make some history,
Humanity, don’t panic because Pan is Me,
All of the leaves of fall speak of the ways I’ve fallen,
unearth the rebirth and spring forth in the church of the King,
a hearth in the home, you’re not alone,
my color’s True Blue and I’ve been watching,
catch you when you fall, My Daughters and Sons,
You’re all of The Order, make it a tall one,
My style is Robert Fripp hit over the head
with Syd Barrett’s mallet,
attacked by Garcia’s fierce China Cat,
the Sun has flowered into a glorious harvest,
a King, a King, flap those rap Owl wings,
I’m-a burn it down to ash, call it “taking out the trash”,
either way, the choice is mine,
I got the go ahead, so when I go off, it will be “off with your head”
while I’m getting head from your dime
All of the leaves of fall speak of the ways I’ve fallen,
unearth the rebirth and spring forth in the church of the King,
a hearth in the home, you’re not alone,
my color’s True Blue and I’ve been watching,
catch you when you fall, My Daughters and Sons,
You’re all of The Order, make it a tall one,
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