The Colonial Wing Lyrics

Here is the store house of Her Majesty
Well guarded by sentry but looks are free

Call this the ray-less and benighted age
Witches by tallow candles shifted
Shifted their shapes

Here is the pestle and mortar
That ground the poison seed
A lute, a suit for jousting
And the poems of a balladeer

When all the Latin books
Were copied off in golden script
Well hoarded away in
A monastery crypt

Superstition
Superstition beyond belief

Over mountain, over dune and over sea
Crude map and compass lead the caravan
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Here's the loot and plunder
They bore home
Ivory tusk inlaid with precious stone

Raw silk and spices by the barrel load
A soft skin drum with mallets
Of human bone

A world wide rampage
Rampage of greed

So here the tour concludes
The Colonial Wing
The rooms of the most refined
Museum property

An early pair of spectacles
A claw footed divan
Ornate clocks with birds that strut
On the half hours and quarter hours

Hear them chime