Neon street
Electric lamps of the money exchanges
Staring out at blinking black
Rapid city blue
Old city slowing down
Flashing like a strumpet
Boldly facing the facade of names
Blaring out their light trumpet
But so quiet it is loud
Down the street with out a crowd
What to do in the cold snow flaked town
Encrusted in this mint sugar icing
Crunching in its sickly sweet
Hansel and Gretel Christmas town
Tinsel town
They're wrapping the Kings and Queens into body bags
They look less regal now more diplomatic
Ready to negotiate their captors conditions
Ready for to pay a kings ransom
But without the king, who will pay?
Who really wants their king back
Just a figure head you need preserved in tact
Through the winter in side a sack
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