: (Cross/Fripp/Palmer-James) Now...in this faraway land Strange...that the palms of my hands Should be damp with expectancy Spring...and the air's
: (Fripp/Wetton/Palmer-James) I guess I tried to show you how I'd take the crowd with my guitar And business men would clap their hands And clip another
: (Fripp/Sinfield/McDonald/Lake/Giles) Cat's foot iron claw Neuro-surgeons scream for more At paranoia's poison door. Twenty first century schizoid
make money Easy money With your figure and your face Strutting out at every race Throw a glass around the place Show the colour of your crimson suspenders
(Fripp/Sinfield/McDonald/Lake/Giles) Cat's foot iron claw Neuro-surgeons scream for more At paranoia's poison door. Twenty first century schizoid man
(Fripp/Wetton/Palmer-James) I guess I tried to show you how I'd take the crowd with my guitar And business men would clap their hands And clip another
(Cross/Fripp/Palmer-James) Now...in this faraway land Strange...that the palms of my hands Should be damp with expectancy Spring...and the air's turning
like a cellmate Then motivate, now I'm out of state, usin my Papermate to penetrate, through open minds that take the time to listen to The Crimson Tide