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!