The Jack of Hearts with wily eyes
Corrupted without intention
Moving with grace and ease like violence
He marked his prey with friendship
Donning a mask of sneering glass
The Jack marched North for good
Electric wind at his back
And the fire of the misunderstood
The Jack of Hearts pulled strings without
Lifting any fingers
His dark brow charms slowly destroyed
Defenses like waves on sandstone
Women wept as they got swept up
Into the Jack's deep shadow
Men felt small, knelt down and scrawled
Out excuses in sunburned dirt
Reasons why what he said hurt
Some men shout to be heard
Others whisper to be ignored
But the Jack of Hearts left the listener in the dark
And while smiling breathed out disaster
Unconcerned, and weeping with laughter
March on, march on
Revolution in the dark
Compromise breeds confusion
March on, march on
Don’t let silence mar the throne
Never look a man in the eye
March on, march on
Don’t look closely at the horn
Where the white knuckles grasp the leather
March on, march on
Don’t let silence mar the throne
Never look a man in the eye
March on, march on
Wearing darkness like a gown
Keep on moving
You’re a rich man now
