Were three kings came from the west,
one had stars burned in his chest,
one was cursed, one was blessed
Three kings.
Were three kings came in a tank,
names were bombs and bread and bank,
played the fool, the freak, the crank
Three kings
Were three kings, their songs were sung
by someone who had lost his tongue,
on laurel garlands they were hung
Three kings
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Fevers of the Mind 