Za's Stair - The King of Doors Lyrics

Stumbling into New Rochelle with the king of doors
In Prussian blue, the lobster claws
Seek to seal the waiting maws
Plots like manganese flame

Planting still, Tecumseh seeds
Next week the ocean runs from me
It's balderdash; it's true
The sea floor loves so few

"Marxist dreck!" says the king of doors
And these were all his parting words
21 for 22
The missing one is you

And we've got nothing here but extremists
Clutching backwards for a toy
Believe in what you shouldn't believe
Your luck holds beyond your joy

Casey Jones and the king of doors
Traded such ill-tempered words
In memoriam we cross swords
Misty-eyed yet steely too
Agapē lives in you