I lately overheard a fairytale
of a faraway country.
It sucked on about a MotherQueen
in a pretty big castle.
And in her hands she held a
mirror of the future.
And every line she could
read, write or gum.
So It was a fairly important
Lady there.
Every single person laid
in her hands.
I was a fairly bold boy
then:
I knocked a million times
I knocked a million times
I knocked a million times
On her door.
She opened the door with a
wide open smile.
She asked me kindly what it was
that I wanted.
Did I want to peek in her mirror
for five dollarcent.
Or did I want to change a simple line
in her textbook.
I knocked a million times
I knocked a million times
on her door.
I had been windowshopping
For a bright future:
Every prospect I had read.
Every prospect I had read.
Every prospect I had read.
Fainted away,
Fainted away,
Fainted away,
Became so blank.
Please, give me a glance
At your daughter.
Just a moment and a
Single faint word.
She moved her hands like a
Wild machine.
She dragged on like a
real old Queen,
Invented a mount of excuses,
I should purely fulfil,
No living Man,
Ever
Would
Survive.
Please, give me wings.
Please, give me wings,
Please, give me wings.
And let us fly away,
Let us fly away,
Let us fly,
Let us fly,
Let us fly away.
It would suck dragons,
Out of their bloodfilled
Holes.
Mix Dwarves into
Goldfine Wine.
Let a Thousand snakes
Fly out of my heads.
Please give me a glance
at your Daughter,
Just a moment
and a single faint
word.