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The Colonial Wing - 10000 Maniacs
Written by：Robert Buck
Here is the storehouse of her majesty

Well guarded by sentry
But looks are free

Call this the rayless and benighted age

Witches by tallow candles

Shifted shifted their shapes

Here is the pestle and mortar
Ground the poison seed
A lute a suit for jousting
And the poems of the balladeers
When all the latin books were copied me off
In golden script
Where hoarded away in

A monastery crypt

Superstition

Superstition beyond belief

Over mountains over dunes and over seas

Crude map and compass lead the caravan

And land the fleets

Here is the loot and plunder

They bore home

Ivory tusk inlaid with precious stone

Raw silk and spices by the barrel load
A soft skin drum with mallets

Of human bone

A world wide rampage
Rampage of greed

So here the tour concludes
The colonial wing

The rooms of the most refined

Museum property

An early pair of spectacles
A claw footed divan

Ornate clocks with birds that strut
On the half hours and quarter hours

Hear them chime