Scarlet And Gold - The 13th Floor Elevators

He’s a king, he’s a poor boy,

a tower in a stream,

see him standing there so all alone

well I guess he’ll keep standing there,

until he’s called for

and tomorrows hurricanes have blown

its his fate through old

another story told

He found no trust to call his own

His way was lost

his spirit was the cost,

he couldn’t make up for the loan

But many brave men are returning,

back to the place where it began

and all our tires are still burning,

when the devils faults lay parching in the sands

and the nightman is waiting at the station,

gathered on the steps one by one

I suggest, that you make a reservation,

before all these things are done

upon high the blues

his life was filled with pain

when he heard the news

he lost a line in vain

someone went for word

his house went up in flames

they didn’t need the smoke

to show the cops the blame

all your secrets

they’ve all been told

playing in your Scarlet and your Gold

He’s a king, he’s a poor boy,

a tower in a stream,

see him standing out there so all alone

well I guess he’ll keep standing there,

until he’s called for

and tomorrows hurricanes have blown

But many brave men are returning

back to the place where it began

and our tires are still burning

when the devils faults lay parching in the sands

and the nightman is waiting at the station,

gathered on the steps one by one

I suggest, that you make a reservation

before all these things are done