Let me be an orator In your own personal Greek chorus - where to be What you ought to do, you!
You say that you are a shepherd But the flock's runnin' amok And as it stands you've played Your hand - But can't gamble enough!
No! You're not a stranger I've known you for so long! And if we're both in danger I simply need you to be strong...
Castles will corrupt Their sands will sup
On the blood of all women and men Who will taste their defeat And forego their desires Then wallow in the mire
Slanderous catastrophes As flitter mice survey the scene They're armed with quills and parchment Under a Duke's endorsement!
Non-serviam, that's what I am Halls have joined for supper Fools, keep your tails covered Or you surely won't find succor!
No, I'm not saying I'm right You know I might be wrong as hell Lords and ladies rule But thieves and fools have tales to tell (...and they do it oh-so-well...)
If I had a say...I'd find a way But until that day, still have to pay Castles will corrupt, their sands will sup On the blood of all women and men, Who will taste their defeat And forego their desires Then wallow in the...
Through the wicker so thick And so briared and stoked for Another new fool for the fire Then wallow in the...
What's left to defend? I can't pretend Now it's getting real, how do you feel? Your mistreated eyes, I don't sympathize
And you still beg, call from beyond, Levee the storm
Through the wicker so thick And so briared and stoked for Another new fool for the fire Wallow in the Mire!
I'm holding the door open And it's what you had been hoping
Can't be an arbiter of sorrow When I know our time is borrowed
Can't be your personal Greek chorus Not much I can do for us
Wallow in the Mire In the mire. Yeah.Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.