The Royal Scam

And they wandered in from the city of St. John

Without a dime

Wearing coats that shined both red and green

Colors from their sunny island

From their boats of iron they looked upon the promised land

Where surely life was sweet

On the rising tide to New York City

Did they ride into the street

See the glory

Of the royal scam

They are hounded down to the bottom of a bad town

Amid the ruins

Where they learn to fear an angry race of fallen kings

Their dark companions

While the memory of their southern sky was clouded by

A savage winter

Every patron saint hung on the wall, shared the room

With twenty sinners

See the glory

Of the royal scam

By the blackened wall he does it all

He thinks he's died and gone to Heaven

Now the tale is told by the old man back home

He reads the letter

How they are paid in gold just to babble in the back room

All night and waste their time

And they wandered in from the city of St. John

Without a dime

See the glory

Of the royal scam

See the glory

Of the royal scam

See the glory

Of the royal scam