Well, you've been given life
It's not what they said it would be
You get nothing but strife
From your sweet calliope
Well, she just wants to dance
How do you expect to take her home
When birds and bees are for life
And death is for you alone
So you take out your knife
Gonna stick the first rich man you see
He says he's got nothing but strife
And the first is seldom chosen to be
Well, she just wants to dance
And the sunbeam catches your eyes
And the fools of chance
Pray to emeralds and dyes
And the Quickening you become
Is the fear of all who recognize
The virtues of sorrow and strife
Strike out from their disguise
And when she stops to dance
You galvanize the glint in your eyes
More precious than stone
Than to be with her alone
So give up the feelings that you lack
When you have a steel cage that rests against your back