Once was a magical place. Over time it was lost. Price increased the cost. Now the fortune of the kingdom. Is locked up in its dungeon vaults. The castle floor lies in traps. With coiled wires set back. Decayed by old cheese. Now the drawbridge has been lifted. As the millions. They drop to their knees. They pay homage to a king. Whose dreams are buried. In their minds. His tears are frozen stiff. Icicles drip from his eyes. The cold wind blows as it snows. On those who fight to get in. On heads that are small. Disillusioned as they enter. They're unaware what's. Behind castle walls. But now it's written in stone. The king has been overthrown. By jesterly fools. And the power of the people. Shall come to believe they do rule. They pay homage to a king. Whose dreams are buried. In their minds. His tears are frozen stiff. Icicles drip from his eyes. Welcome to the tragic kingdom. Cornfields of popcorn. Have yet to spring open. Have they lost their heads. Or are they all blind mice. We've heard all their stories. One too many times. Hypnotized by fireflies. That glow in the dark. Midgets that disguise themselves. As tiny little dwarfs. The parade that's electrical. It serves no real purpose. Just takes up a lot of juice. Just to impress us. They pay homage to a king. Whose dreams are buried. In their minds. His tears are frozen stiff. Icicles drip from his eyes. Oh they drip from his eyes. Into the night. They drip from his eyes. They're paying homage to a king. A king who's buried. Buried in their minds. They drip from his eyes. Welcome to the tragic kingdom. Cornfields of popcorn. Have yet to spring open. Welcome to the tragic kingdom (8x)