You lead the lost sheep up to the mountain You tell them everything's gonna be OK With that old familiar smile that everybody's seen.
There's a million or more if you're counting And they're waiting for words but you've nothing to say It's that old familiar sting where everybody's clean.
You start mumbling, they're applauding, everyone's screaming your name There's a rumbling while you're lording it, everyone's watching your game There's little now to be said for this Oh you know we've done all we can So everyone's waiting for an audience with the man.
We've gone from Shakespeare, Dickens and Churchill We've had Nixon, Napoleon, Kennedy too They all had that old familiar smile that everybody knows.
How the West was won is a legend But how the Empire fell is known only to the few It's like that old rodeo where anything goes.
It's a night-out but a wipe-out 'cause Mary's gone mislaid the sheep You're still talking but only to the walking, dead 'cause they've all gone asleep There's little now to be said for this, oh you know we've done all we can And so everyone's waiting for an audience with the man.
Pa talks like it's politics, claims : ('The Pope's a friend of mine') Ma's in the chapel preaching fear of the Lord while junior's committing a crime So everything is fine.
You go for a night-out, it's a regular wipe-out 'cause Mary's gone lost the sheep You, you're still talking but only to the walking, dead 'cause they've all gone asleep So there's little now to be said for this, oh you know we've done all we can And so everyone's waiting for an audience with the man.
Everyone's waiting for an audience with the big big man Everyone's waiting for an audience with the big big man Everyone's waiting for an audience with the big big man Everyone's waiting for an audience with the big big man ...Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
