Pilot - Ed Schrader's Music Beat

See the pilot ferrying blood

Slash sugar cane stick and grind it down

Jackasses validated in papyrus God save kings

All the wicker dancing tramps of islands, pious priestess pull your eyelids

Candle lit vigil for the gilded siren, God save kings

Well I prayed in tune to your crescent moon

Now blood is on my chest and a dead man’s boots

Cradling the gun, my last of kin, God save kings ho!

When I came to the valley I saw your name

And I can’t get myself through a night again

'Til I cut 'em down from the lynchers on the horses that you play

Hear the drums beckoning the pirate prince, rattle my bones in the widow fields

I can see the flags comin' over the hills, God save kings

See the pilot ferrying blood

Slash sugar cane stick and grind it down

Jackasses validated in papyrus God save kings

All the wicker dancing tramps of islands, pious priestess pull your eyelids

Candle lit vigil for the gilded siren, God save kings