Shut up, you better stop it
Put that thing back in your pocket
Don't ride the silver rocket
Tell your brother not to start
And tell your sister not to start
And tell the Chosen Few not to start in on me too
I know their majesty by heart

Karen, crawl back into your shell
I know the record is doing well
But your boyfriend's from hell
I know the Judge played a part
I know the Jury played a part
Now tell the Chosen Few that their favorite kangaroo is busy throwing daggers at the dark
Throwing daggers at the dark

I know you've been waiting ages for your pardon
But the Governor's wasted in the garden
Clawing his eyes out - he's insane
So I'll be your map and I'll be your mirror
And maybe someday I'll see you building dungeons in the rain
And when it's time to go free
No, I won't leave!
No, I won't leave!

All your brokers screaming:
"Sell those bridges to the island in the well!
They landed you in architect hell."
Tell your brother not to start
And tell your sister not to start
And tell the Chosen Few not to start in on me too
I know their majesty by heart


Lyrics submitted by starcastic

The Chosen Few song meanings
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