Capricorn Rising

Ain't no kind of magicLook up to the skiesAnd read the sign that's risingRight before your very eyesIt isn't some starry cipherAnd it isn't secret codeIt's a voice like any otherAnd we are its abode chorus Capricorn is risingThrough the dust of our decayIf it weren't for our vigilanceIt would all be swept awayIt could be a premonitionOf the gun that's jumping usWe could all be queen tomorrowOr run over by a bus chorus x2