Have you heard the one 'bout when a most unlucky fella, Went visiting a fair-ground for to see a fortune-teller?
She said; "Of all the palms I've read - yours is by far the worst. I'm duty-bound to tell you, you've been well-and-truly cursed."
Ill-fated was my selfless quest. Blind-faith a grave mistake. I'd strived to do my very best, to serve a dream quite fake.
Just one more hapless sacrifice, spilt tears in full-flood. Ingenuous I've paid their price. Not all vampires suck blood!
[Chorus:] Gazed into a crystal-ball and watched its surface crack. When I cut the Tarot deck; Death lay there grinning back. I've been here many times before; again the joke's on me. I know the score, but Deja-Vu ain't what it used to be.
*O well for him that lives at ease With garnered gold in wide domain, Nor heeds the splashing of the rain, The crashing down of forest trees.
*O well for him who ne'er hath known The travail of the hungry years, A father grey with grief and tears, A mother weeping all alone.
To tread an unshared path alone, was my lot from the start. So seldom fleeting solace known, by this rent, careworn heart.
Watch the stand-up tragedy; famous for fifteen minutes. I glimpsed my future and decree, saw dearth of purpose in it.
[Chorus:] Gazed into a crystal-ball and watched its surface crack. When I cut the Tarot deck; Death lay there grinning back. I've been here many times before; again the joke's on me. I know the score, but Deja-Vu ain't what it used to be.
*But well for him whose foot hath trod The weary road of toil and strife, Yet from the sorrows of his life Builds ladders to be nearer God.
[* - Taken from the verse "Cry woe, woe and let the good prevail." By Oscar Wilde]