| In a city of crooked alleys | 
| Crookeder women and wicked men | 
| Dim lamps in the rumor mill | 
| Suspicious kith and unkind kin | 
| Haruspectre General | 
| Sleeping soldiers in the field | 
| Below the elders conspire | 
| To turn the merciless and massive wheel | 
| Strange cousins from the west overstay their welcome | 
| Locked in among skeletons | 
| Broken hearted and damned | 
| Sorry to have to break it to you friend | 
| But life seldom goes exactly as we plan | 
| Strange cousins from the west overstay their welcome | 
| Peculiar manner and strange dress | 
| Who will ever dare to tell them? | 
| The city’s always thriving | 
| Hungry bellows of the Minotaur | 
| Everyday more are arriving | 
| And everyday it requires more | 
| Unexpected circumstance | 
| We must not delay | 
| You have all been so very very kind to us | 
| And we will return the favor one day | 
| Fate is the idiot’s excuse! | 
| Freedom is the sucker’s dream! | 
| But we hope you find some measure of comfort | 
| In considering us to be your family | 
| Strange cousins from the west overstay their welcome | 
| Peculiar manner and strange dress | 
| Who will ever dare to tell them? | 
| The city’s always thriving | 
| Hungry bellows of the Minotaur | 
| Everyday more are arriving | 
| And everyday it requires more | 
| The city’s always thriving | 
| Savage bellows of the Minotaur | 
| Everyday more are arriving | 
| And everyday it requires more |