The Libertine - Patrick Wolf

The motorway won’t take a horse

The wanderer has found a course to follow

The traveller unpacked his bags for the last time

The troubadour cut off his hand and now he wants mine

Oh no, not me.

The circus girl fell off her horse and now shes paralysed

The hitchiker was bound and gagged, raped on the roadside

The libertine is locked in jail

The pirate sunk and broke his sail

But I still have to go

I’ve got to go, so here i go

I’m going to run the risk of being free

The magicians secrets all revealed

And the preachers lies are all concealed

And all our heroes lack any conviction

They shout through the bars of cliche and addiction

So i’ve got to go

I’ve got to go, so here i go

I’m going to run the risk of being free

And in this drought of truth and invention

Whoever shouts the loudest gets the most attention

So we pass the mic and they’ve got nothing to say except:

«Bow down, bow down, bow down to your god»

Then we hit the floor

And make ourselves and idol to bow before,

Well i can’t

And i wont

Bow down

Anymore.

No more.