The Citizen King

Down beneath the spectacle of free
No one ever let you see
The Citizen King
Ruling the fantastic architecture of the burning cities
Where we buy and sell (lalalalalalala...)
That the Snark was a Boojum all can tell
But a rose is a rose is a rose
Said the Mama of Dada as long ago as 1919
You make arrangements with the guard
Halfway round the excersise yard
To sugar the pill
Disguising the enormous double-time the king pays to words worth
More than you or I can reasonably buy
If we live live to tread on dead kings
Or else we work to live to buy the things we multiply
Until they fill the ordered universe

Down beneath the spectacle of free
No one ever let you see
The Citizen King
Ruling the fantastic architecture of the burning cities
Were we buy and sell (lalalalalalala...)
That the Snark was a Boojum all can tell
But a rose is a rose is a rose
Said the Mama of Dada as long ago as 1919