The queen of spades digs me a grave The heavens made halt her charade While God points a shotgun at my eye The troubador's made his way His blissfulness and my decay Go together like Lucy and Diamonds in the Sky And the tailors find it hard to tell a lie They fix me up a suit made of arrogance and twine Because I've said that I would make their heavens mine And that I'd climbed over anyone to be Part of the scene The watchmens weakest mercy goes Oh he can see how the turncoats blow A cloud of poison gas right up my nose And the musics only good as far As the madness and the porn aspire With the passion that my grandeur drags in tow And as the fruits of my tree of labor grow My boots have pruned the agony below And the [?] and the ushers they all know That I pose as anything to be Part of the scene The advertiser has kind words for me But the singer's just been affirmed to me With her beauty her ambition and her charm But if you play this game you'll learn a trick How to grow a pair and make'em stick Like the tattoo of Bob Dylan on my arm He extends his hand And gives me more Than I can understand He mourns me when I give in And into those lines I've drawn him a sign He said jump first and decide next where to land On a lions tongue or in the middle of the sea Because up in the air is a place that I can't stand And I'll be myself if I have to be To be part of the scene