When you're rife with devastation
There's a simple explanation:
You're the product of libations,
trapped inside my crystal ball.

And, no matter how you fight it,
You know, deep down, I override it
So you hide your broken spirit
as you sing this silly song.

When you were a little filly, a glorious blaze overtook your city
Who do you think started it all, ensnared your path, ensured your fall?
I cut upon those orphan foals (they filled right up, those thousand holes) 
Your memories blurred, and their faces are obscured, but you still hear the cries 

of them all.

When you've bungled all your bangles
and your loved ones have been mangled
 [bad word] in the jingle jangle
of your gypsy tambourine.

Because while I'm terrorizing
You'll know that you're still alive
and, at the moment you stop cryin,
know that you will be with me.