The patterns of the world
Are buried 'neath the weight of diamonds and pearls
Like shadows in the night
We never knew something so wrong or so right
And anyway you go, it's just a gimmick or a show
You take your pills and wrestle with your conscience
While they tighten up pressure
Measure by measure
Well, I'm a Golden Boy, oh boy
There ain't no question
That the patterns of the world
Still buried 'neath the weight of diamonds and pearls
Are like shadows in the night
Who never knew something so wrong, or so right
Ah! But the inimical feeling
A poison of the process
Whereby they tighten up pressure
Measure by measure
But I'm a Golden Boy, oh boy
And there ain't no question
I'm Harriet Beecher
Pleasure to meet yer
No more cardinals, for the old souls
We know
Which way to go
So cordon off the scene, man, lock up the green room
Come lay your body down beside me
We'll go and take a walk outside
Commit your career suicide
With eyes open wide
Way down past the trees
With the people upon their knees
Let the magic strike
Prove the might of Right
Ahhhh
The patterns of the world
Where buried 'neath the weight of diamonds and pearls
Lie the shatters of our lives
Let's put the kids to bed and turn out the lights