Roger Zelazny (1937-) Lyrics

The page of New Wave bore Roger's fresh face
Set the taste and the pace for his time and place
In the Courts of Chaos, Corwin struts in Amber
Only those of the True Lineage may walk the pattern
Bloody family feuds and a super-computer in Limbo
A pack of Trumps under the pillow
Worlds of the fantastic. Dense and specific. Unscientific.
New twists on old Myths. Man to Gad metamorphosis
So what his new hits ain't as good or as thick?
It's not his fault Damnation Alley flick sucked shit

My name is Legion. Will leave no doubt.
Or The Doors of His Face, The Lamps of His Mouth!