Pursuit of Misery

And the ring is golden

The gate stands open

And the lilies of the valley

And the girl is more than shrewd

And this place is such a scoop

And the crowd looks up

To your marble tower

To the jolts from your silver drum

To the sweets gone sour

You're the perpetrator

You're the escalator

And you're southbound, so southbound, but never coming down

You're a luna-roma

With a gloom diploma

And the crowd stands up

To your marble tower

To the jolts from your silver drum

To the sweets gone sour

To the torch goin' out

To the song of a lemon flower

To the strong pursuits

Time won't listen, time won't listen

Time, in time will make you listen

Time won't listen, time won't listen

Time, in time will make you listen

Time won't listen, time won't listen

Time, in time will make you listen