The Fool sits back in the stands The Magician holds the baton The High Priestess is Listening To the Empress' composition The Emperor is first chair in the band His second is the Hierophant The Lovers play violins While the Chariot rolls on the drums Justice plays scales and ticket sales The Hermit works the curtain The Pulley of Fortune spins You've got to have Strength, the show goes on It's all narrated by the Hanged Man Death sets the stage, a black act 1 "The water of Temperance runs in the bathroom of a virgin" With the Devil holding out his hand, (everybody knows what he wants) He wants the Tower to crumble and send us all packing back to act 1 But then the Star of the show shoots in Shattering the Moon's illusion And the Sun starts shining again And we have our Judgement And the World spins as it is, (and the opera is done) Meanwhile the Fool can't believe it, he feel asleep at intermission They say the way is wet, and still But there are waves to upset your vessel You'll get carried away, you can't let anything spill It's never safe, but you'll survive, I know you will Tarot your boat to the other shore Once you're across, you can drop your anchor Tarot your boat with your either oars Once you're across, what else are they good for? Nothing The World is all out of whack Who am I to Judge? I know the Sun will turn black And then the Moon is going to have us Shooting Stars shoot themselves in the back The Tower of babel will cuss The Devil just laughs and laughs, (only he gets what the joke was) I guarantee that water is gonna be our currency, you'll see Till Death has it's splash And we'll have to Hang our enemies To keep the Strength of the wolf pack the Wheel of Fortune has gone flat The Hermit could have told you that There will be no Justice Just us at the reigns of our Chariot So choose your lover well Don;t settle for no Hierophant You are the Emperor of yourself And the Empress is who you want She'll give you a B or a J behind one of those pillars Make love to her Magically Only a fool would tell her no They say Her way is wet, and still You can pray she will let you feel That special place, it's not her neck or her heel She's got it hidden away, you'll find it out, I know you will Tarot your boat to Her other shore Once you're across, you can drop your anchor Tarot your boat with your either oars Once you're across, what else are they good for? Tarot your boat into outer space It's time to go We have got to escape!

The world is wet with G-d's tears They fall like Lucifer fell Every one is a perfect sphere (perfectly clear) A pearl of liquid angels And they dive from the sky like arrow filled swans He who has eyes let him cry along The teeter totter tear duct is perpetually pumped Jesus is so heavy, the Devil has to jump The teeter totter tear duct is perpetually pumped The Devil is so heavy, Jesus has to jump The blood of the world is on G-d's hands I've seen Him lick His fingers Death is like the deformed girl at the high-school dance Somebody has to bring her Well, He shows up on time And He opens her doors She who eyes let her cry for more "I just can't dance yet" "I don't know that step" "The dance-floor is too wet, and I don't want to break my..." "If I did I would cry" The teeter totter tear duct is perpetually pumped Jesus is so heavy, the Devil has to jump The teeter totter tear duct is perpetually pumped Jesus is so heavy, the Devil is so heavy Yeah...