The Regality Dance

(albüm: Heathenreel - 2001)

Gentlemen and ladies all please lend me your attention
I beg your pardon for my cheek, please join this heathenreel
Strange rules has this dance; suffers from a serious allergy
Reddens and becomes so unkind, when people're acting just like you

The regal dance's about to start and I am here to tell you
There's many a slip twixt cup and lip'tis something that could help you
On and on please join the ball, nobody will stop you
The steps they are so simple, look the moon is dancing too

Drink a toast with the wise man, no one will care for you
Let the dances have their go, follow till they reach the end
Mind the minstrels they will say you're just another scarecrow
Not a word a single word, not for all the whole damn world you say...
You say...

Step out of this regality dance
One foot in heaven, one in your grave
Mind this last one, it'll make you fall
A regardful bow
When your every single choice is
Taken by the spin of a penny coin

I came I saw, do not want nothing at all
Do not want to moralise you
Or spitting hateful sentences, just trying to tease
Your rudimental pride
"Live and let live" told the wise man as no one cared for him
From the soil which is now part of... "leaving is so
Easier than living"
He says...

Step out of this regality dance
One foot into heaven, one in your grave
Mind this last one, it'll make you fall
A regardful bow
When your every single choice is
Taken by the spin of a penny coin

Bienvenu Mesdames et Messieurs
To the Danse Paien
Please come in and hurry up or
You will miss your turn

Step out of this regality dance
One foot into heaven, one in your grave
Mind this last one, it'll make you fall
A regardful bow
When your every single choice is
Taken by the spin of a penny coin
Step out of this regality dance
One foot into heaven, one in your grave
Mind this last one, it'll make you fall
A regardful bow
When your every single choice is
Taken by the spin of a penny coin

Face the truth are you worthy of this honesty filled celebration!
Another tune bursting forth from the passion that glides in my veins can you feel it?
A speaking portrait's in front of me, do you acknowledge yourself?
Who painted you?