My Boy - Heads

My kingly court, now looking- but not looking up Join Lincoln City not, my boy, join not my gloomy town Tint of brown brick, my look confirming my gloom Gloomy girl, gloomy boy, gloomy union for my crown But you, you follow in my flock You look, but not to pry My quiz for you- now coming But you follow, you willfully comply you try