Once there was a land that lived in fear of seven goblins. The goblins fed on color. They plowed the valleys and climbed the highest mountains looking for rainbows. And when they found one, they caught it in their lassoes and sucked the colors up, filling their bellies with its black liquid. Only one place in the land had never known goblin fear; a hidden valley called the "Valley of the Rainbow," where great arches of color were born. There, the animals lived in paradise.

Where visible life and cast forth the call
Of reflecting in eyes the world all around
Where spectrums can fly, the faces of creation
Rainbow hands touch the ground

The folly of those who gorge upon gnomes
With all their share of what they don't hear
Be leery of the fool, and the rainbows the rain
Filling the landscape with fear

Red, orange, yellow, green, blue, indigo, violet
These are the colors of the Seven
When a rainbow catches their eye, they lure and beguile it
These are the Desaturating Seven

The Seven came a creepin'
The Seven came to play
The Seven filled the land with a cold dismay
Seven came slaking their wretched thirst
Desaturating colors 'til bellies burst
The Desaturating Seven
The Desaturating Seven

Red, orange, yellow, green, blue, indigo, violet
These are the Desaturating Seven
With the grandeur of the world, they abuse and defile it
These are the Desaturating Seven
They fill their mouths with greed and take way more then they need
Ha ho, the Desaturating Seven
They're going to prowl and prey 'til the world is dark and grey
Because they are the Desaturating Seven

The Seven came a creepin'
The Seven came to play
The Seven filled the land with a cold dismay
Seven came slaking their wretched thirst
Desaturating colors 'til bellies burst
The Desaturating Seven
The Desaturating Seven

Oooh, Desaturating Seven

The excursion begins in revelry
But the miles compile a sense of disparity
And the day becomes perilously long

The best way to cope
When the end of your rope
Is dangling in your face
Imagine the taste
Of the glory that awaits all ahead

Don't lose heart, comrades
It's over that hill
It's over that hill
The very next hill
Don't lose heart, comrades
It's over that hill
Paradise is just over that hill

Trudging through life
Dodging peril and strife
Filling those days
With a lackadaisical malaise
The adventure seems perilously long

The best way to cope
When the end of your rope
Is dangling in your face
Imagine the taste
Of the glory that awaits all ahead

Don't lose heart, comrades
It's over that hill
It's over that hill
The very next hill
Don't lose heart, comrades
It's over that hill
Paradise is just over that hill

As the miles compile
And the journey still seems perilously long

The best way to cope
When the end of your rope
Is dangling in your face
Imagine the taste
Of the glory that awaits all ahead

Don't lose heart, comrades
It's over that hill
It's over that hill
The very next hill
Don't lose heart, comrades
It's over that hill
Paradise is just over that hill
Over the very next
Over the very next hill...

Schemers always scheming
And they're scheming all the time
By the flicker of the campfire the scheming dibly shine

And they laugh and fantasize about the prize
With the colors fresh and creamy they will scratch upon the rise

Aw, schemers wretched scheming
Scheme on through the night
He's formulating plans while tucked well out of sight

And they laugh and carry on without the fear
Of knowing the ramifications of the walls with tiny ears

Scheming always scheming
And they're scheming all the time
These little schemers they got scheming on their minds

Inaugerate the masses less than wise
The most successful schemers have the most collosal lies

Those that dream in color
Are the lucky ones they say
For dreams devoid of color
Are black and white and grey
The shadows of a dreary day

When minds are dripping color
And there's liquid on the brain
They laugh to one another
And politely go insane
In the confines of the dream terrain

With salivating psyches
The Seven start to swarm
Anticipating gluttony with
The coming of the storm
The coming of the storm

If gluttony were a virtue
The Seven would be saints
For the glory of the valley
They have come to surely taint
Who is this Shirley Taint?

With pail and lasso quick at hand
They stalk and set to pounce
While slobbering in their greed
The savory tension mounts
The savory tension mounts

As the rainbow rises
With color rich and true
They gaze in wide-eyed wonder
At the vibrance of each hue
The vibrance of each hue

Leaping forward with the cunning
Of FOX on simple prey
Flinging lassos in the air
But the colors drop away
The colors drop away

Sordid lines come snapping backwards
Clashing with their hopes
Dumbfounded wretched writhing
As they tangle in their ropes
And came a mighty flood
Of the colors they desired
For the rainbows and the flowers
Of the valley had conspired

Revelations often come
When struggling not to sink
That when the meek unite
They aren't helpless a one may think

Drowning in the colors they had come to steal
The valiant persecuted served a devastating meal
No one in the valley wept for them...

Every leery of fools who try to wrangle rainbows
Rainbow ends don't touch the ground
Now rainbow ends don't touch the ground
Now rainbow ends don't touch the ground