There's this band, called the Crimson Kings Come from a-Carolina, Tennessee Make a stand, across wild strings Old dreadnoughts and drop-down D's Our roots run deep, through the tough As true to life in some ways as mandolin We don't flinch, oh, we don't bluff For our hearts have been kissed by every wind There are some who can arise above my fate Others just can't seem to pray Then there are those that are condemned by the gods to write They a-sparkle and a-fade away Now, we'll run, we're the reckless kind But we have not turned our backs on the saviour choir See each life, all center twined 'Cause we've come together for the wheels on fire Now some don't know, that they are blessed Perhaps this is what gives us our means Well I might be wrong, oh, never the less Sweet mother of pearl say a prayer for a Crimson King There are some who can arise above my fate Others just can't seem to pray Then there are those that are condemned by the gods to write They a-sparkle and a-fade away Sparkle and a-fade away Sparkle and fade away