A Whiter Shade of Pale (Endtown version), by Jenner (Reprinted).Based on the original by Procol Harum From May 3, 2013We tore the night with thunder.Made cartwheels of the guard.I was feeling strange elation.The crowd was crying hard.Hot metal in my fingersThe muzzle flame in bloom.When I saw the next Security,Sent another to his doom.And so we danced in the wet streets,As the rabbit told his tale.And the panda’s face was ghostly,Like a whiter shade of pale.He said there is no reasonFor girls to swing for cake.They were eating milk and cookies,While we were carving steak.And our love of bloody freedomWas exploding ‘cross the town.Ev’ry eye was on a TV screen.And a tear on ev’re frownAnd so we danced in the wet streets,As the rabbit told his tale.And the panda’s face was ghostly,Like a whiter shade of pale.
A Whiter Shade of Pale (Endtown version), by Jenner (Reprinted).Based on the original by Procol Harum From May 3, 2013We tore the night with thunder.Made cartwheels of the guard.I was feeling strange elation.The crowd was crying hard.Hot metal in my fingersThe muzzle flame in bloom.When I saw the next Security,Sent another to his doom.And so we danced in the wet streets,As the rabbit told his tale.And the panda’s face was ghostly,Like a whiter shade of pale.He said there is no reasonFor girls to swing for cake.They were eating milk and cookies,While we were carving steak.And our love of bloody freedomWas exploding ‘cross the town.Ev’ry eye was on a TV screen.And a tear on ev’re frownAnd so we danced in the wet streets,As the rabbit told his tale.And the panda’s face was ghostly,Like a whiter shade of pale.