House call, do yourself a favor.
Take a big bite of the fruit of your labor.
When you might be dreaming, go back in time
To chariots, wizardry, and regicide.
Where the warriors and the armor have a different name
And the church and the paupers play the same old game.
So you try to break the rules that you just can’t bend,
and the city boy’s out of his mind again.
