Anagram (for Mongo) Lyrics - Presto - Rush

There's a snake crawling out of the darkness 

Parade from paradise 

End the need for Eden 

Chase the dreams of merchandise 

There is tic and toc in atomic 

Leaders make a deal 

The cosmic is largely comic 

A con they couldn't conceal 

There is no safe seat at the feast 

Take your best stab at the beast 

The night is turning thin 

The saint is turning to sin 

Raise the art to resistance 

Danger dare to be grand 

Pride reduced to humble pie 

Diamonds down to sand 

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Take heart in the earth and the weather 

The brightness of new birth 

Take heart in the harvest 

Shave the harvest from the earth 

There is no safe seat at the feast 

Take your best stab at the beast 

The night is turning thin 

The saint is turning to sin 

Reasoning is partly insane 

Image just an eyeless game 

The night is turning thin 

The saint is turning to sin 

Miracles will have their claimers 

More will bow to Rome 

He and she are in the house 

But it's only me at home 

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Rose is a rose of splendor 

Posed to respond in the end 

Lonely things like nights, 

I find, end finer with a friend 

I hear in the rate of her heart 

A tear in the heat of the art 

The night turns thin 

The saint turns to sin