A song that is carefully written
Rings soft like a butterfly's wings
Purrs the kind nothings of a kitten
And promises brighter days
But these city sounds won't go away
The concrete is here to stay
The sirens through the trees
The birds, but not the bees
The queen's feet are made of clay
Bloody nightmare this morning
I killed a lion in my sleep
I stabbed him a sword
Poked an eye right out of his head
And as he bled
I tried but could not weep
The lion had become a sheep
The lion had become a sheep