There was a king who ruled the land
His Majesty was in command
With silver pistols by his side
A-flashing cameos of jade
Of turquoise, silver, misery
Oh, mother, tell me more
Why’d’ya have to leave me there
Hanging on your every word
In that room of chords and stars?
You find yourself a little man
Who houses houses speaks to plan
Of palaces and plastic toys
And things that second-hand cars boy
Or strictly speaking, he’s a person
Oh, mother, tell me more
Why’d’ya have to leave me there
Hanging on your every word
In that room of chords and stars?
For all the time spent in that room
The doll’s house darkness, old perfume
And fairy stories held me fast
To human clocks that calendar
All our lives, oh, oh
Oh, mother, tell me more
Why’d’ya have to leave me there
Hanging on your every word
In that room of chords and stars?
Syd Barrett
