The Fundamental Blues

The king is in the counting house, counting out his money
The queen is in the parlour, eating bread and honey
Me, I'm on that midnight flyer, flying down that track
Heading out to wonderland, got a ticket there and back

All the bells are ringing
All the birds are singing
Fundamental blues, fundamental blues for you

Dame Fate is in the kitchen, cooking up some trouble
Taking medication for the sin of seeing double
God is in the details, hiding in the cracks
Fixing up a miracle, doctoring the facts

And all the bells are ringing
All the birds are singing
Fundamental blues, fundamental blues for you