


A feeling free, somewhat low-keyed Scroll of melodies All fables, they have been labeled All fables, they have wings. Distant dreamers by the dozen Call it loyalty unspent As a multitude of schemers do or die Will not dissent. Until the war is over Until the smoke has cleared Then we’ll count the four-leaf clover When destiny is here. When the strongest of survivors Is the owner of his soul Dead and gone, the eight-till-fivers The rulers rock and roll. A feeling free, somewhat low-keyed Scroll of melodies All fables, they have been labeled All fables, they have wings. |
| All Fables, They Have Wings By Spyder |
| (a song lyric) |