POETIC JUSTICE
By Tom Kimmell & Buddy Mondlock
(Rondor/Mushroom)

So I was not the one you wanted
Well you can see I'm reconciled
Must you be so disappointed
Can you not carry on in style
Is it too much to say
We loved hard 'till the world fell back in place
And left us where we are

I feel like the king
When the queen loses faith
And the crowd rushes in to tear down the gate
While the whole palace slept
And I never rang the bell
Maybe that's poetic justice
But it's pretty hard to tell

When the fortune wheel is spinning
Luck is fortune's dirty joke
And a player's chance of winning
Is diminished by his hope
Can't you laugh just to think
Of the gold we had running through our hands
When we were on a roll

I feel like the king
When the queen loses faith
And the crowd rushes in to tear down the gate
And declare what was mine
I stole form someone else
Maybe that's poetic justice
But it's pretty hard to tell

It's had to tell
Why solid ground surprised us when we fell
It's had to say
It's life or death
There are just so many bitter words
Beneath your breath

I feel like the king
When the queen loses faith
And the crowd rushes in to tear down the gate
And declare what was mine
I stole from someone else
Maybe that's poetic justice
But it's pretty hard to tell

I feel like the king
When the queen loses hope
And the crowd rushes in
To raise the gallows pole
And declare what they must do
I will do it to myself
Well if that's poetic justice
How can anybody tell.