in better times a spell could save you and wine that we threw into a chasm came right back at you now it s all so straight and narrow and the skeptics rule the nation the servants scream always wear black a stupid sin pneumatic witch scapes give you a skewed impression of the realms of the magic arts yes it s all over your head so enjoy the dim vacation a sermon reads never wear black there is no now you can tape that to your deviled brow time came before the end my lord explain your cattle call what we need is a soft second serve of your fine approximations shepherd read always wear black you find the grace in true frustration time came before the end my lord explain