Maestro

I look at what I've made
and count the lives that have been lost
I see that what once was level
has now become askew

But time has been kind
to my craft
I laid down stone by stone
I've stood on my terrace
and steered the ship straight
I've been tough on my crew
and broken a few bones
I've made my moves
and kept my conscience clear

Swing your hammer
before your dad pulls you in
Draw a room number
but don’t mix yours with mine

Maestro

Oh Clementine, if you were mine
and hadn’t checked yourself in
Then you would be part of what’s to come
Flamingo's dynasty