Karn Evil 9 (i. 1st Impression, ii. 2nd Impression, iii. 3rd Impression) (Live 1974)

We're so glad you could attend, come inside, come inside

There behind a glass stands a real blade of grass

Be careful as you pass, move along, move along

Come inside, the show's about to start

Guaranteed to blow your head apart

Rest assured you'll get your money's worth

Greatest show in Heaven, Hell or Earth

You've got to see the show, it's a dynamo

You've got to see the show, it's rock and roll, oh

Right before your eyes we pull laughter from the skies

And he laughs until he cries, then he dies, then he dies

Come inside, the show's about to start

Guaranteed to blow your head apart

You've got to see the show, it's a dynamo

You've got to see the show, it's rock and roll, oh

Soon the Gypsy Queen in a glaze of vaseline

Will perform on guillotine, what a scene, what a scene

Next upon the stand will you please extend a hand

To Alexander's Ragtime Band, Dixieland, Dixieland

Roll up, roll up, roll up

See the show

Performing on a stool we've a sight to make you drool

Seven virgins and a mule, keep it cool, keep it cool

We would like it to be known the exhibits that were shown

Were exclusively our own, all our own, all our own

Come and see the show, come and see the show

Come and see the show

See the show

Man alone, born of stone,

Will stamp the dust of time

His hands strike the flame of his soul;

Ties a rope to a tree and hangs the Universe

Until the winds of laughter blows cold.

Fear that rattles in men's ears

And rears its hideous head

Dread... Death... in the wind...

Man of steel pray and kneel

With fever's blazing torch

Thrust in the face of the night;

Draws a blade of compassion

Kissed by countless Kings

Whose jewelled trumpet words blind his sight.

Walls that no man thought would fall

The altars of the just

Crushed... Dust... in the wind...

No man yields who flies in my ship

Danger!

Let the bridge computer speak

Stranger!

Load your program. I am yourself.

No computer stands in my way

Only blood can cancel my pain

Guardians of a new clear dawn

Let the maps of war be drawn.

Rejoice! Glory is ours!

Our young men have not died in vain,

Their graves need no flowers

The tapes have recorded their names.

I am all there is

Negative! Primitive! Limited! I let you live!

But I gave you life

What else could you do?

To do what was right

I'm perfect! Are you?