Hiram ScatesI tried to win the nominationFor president of the County-boardAnd I made speeches all over the CountyDenouncing Solomon Purple, my rival,As an enemy of the people,In league with the master-foes of man.Young idealists, broken warriors,Hobbling on one crutch of hope,Souls that stake their all on the truth,Losers of worlds at heaven’s bidding,Flocked about me and followed my voiceAs the savior of the County.But Solomon won the nomination;And then I faced about,And rallied my followers to his standard,And made him victor, made him KingOf the Golden Mountain with the doorWhich closed on my heels just as I entered,Flattered by Solomon’s invitation,To be the County—board’s secretary.And out in the cold stood all my followers:Young idealists, broken warriorsHobbling on one crutch of hope—Souls that staked their all on the truth,Losers of worlds at heaven’s bidding,Watching the Devil kick the MillenniumOver the Golden Mountain.
I tried to win the nominationFor president of the County-boardAnd I made speeches all over the CountyDenouncing Solomon Purple, my rival,As an enemy of the people,In league with the master-foes of man.Young idealists, broken warriors,Hobbling on one crutch of hope,Souls that stake their all on the truth,Losers of worlds at heaven’s bidding,Flocked about me and followed my voiceAs the savior of the County.But Solomon won the nomination;And then I faced about,And rallied my followers to his standard,And made him victor, made him KingOf the Golden Mountain with the doorWhich closed on my heels just as I entered,Flattered by Solomon’s invitation,To be the County—board’s secretary.And out in the cold stood all my followers:Young idealists, broken warriorsHobbling on one crutch of hope—Souls that staked their all on the truth,Losers of worlds at heaven’s bidding,Watching the Devil kick the MillenniumOver the Golden Mountain.