When the seventh sun, and the seventh sun of the night breaks the chamberBrowl, Browl, BrowlAnd the kings of SpainMaking it plain, making it saneTo turn this life into a gameBrowl, Browl, BrowlAnd the kings of SpainDid you know your father was an island?Did you know your mother was the sea?Can we ever hope to seek asylumFrom the bounds of faith and family?When the seventh sun, and the seventh sun of the night breaks the chamberBrowl, Browl, BrowlAnd the kings of SpainMaking it plain, making it saneTo turn this life into a gameBrowl, Browl, BrowlAnd the kings of SpainBrowl, Browl, BrowlAnd the kings of SpainDid you know our mothers come from heaven?Did you know our fathers come from hell?That is why there are sixes and sevensThat is why the marriage is unwedWhen the seventh sun, and the seventh sun of the night breaks the chamberBrowl, Browl, BrowlAnd the kings of SpainMaking it plain, making it saneTo turn this life into a gameBrowl, Browl, BrowlAnd the kings of SpainBrowl, Browl, BrowlAnd the kings of SpainAnd the kings of SpainAnd the kings of Spain