When Kane succumbed, he was lying in bed.
That last word that he said:
It was "Rosebud," it was "Rosebud."

They tried, but sense of it could not be made.
Reporters plied their trade--
"What's this 'Rosebud'?"
"No one knows, Bud."

Kane, what's in his mind?
Find Rosebud? No sign.

They don't know him, an enigma was Kane
(Though he had renown)
He camouflaged his pain
(He was often down)
They don't know him, they don't know him.

Kane, what's in his mind?
Find Rosebud? No sign.

They are clearing out the junk and art fine
(Junk and the art fine)
A little sled's in line
(Conflagration time)
For the searing, for the searing.

dels detarenicni eht fo enam eht saw dubesoR.
Kane, Kane.