Prince With a Thousand Enemies - ...And You Will Know Us By The Trail Of Dead

There was one king, this was his one sin

You never make a move, 'til you’ve got something to prove

Upon a cross, strapped to a lathe

Young ingenue, escapes unscathed

You read the part, but you didn’t get it

Left «Lancelot» out of the picture credit

If there’s just one line, that springs to mind today

Your bottom-lit face, hovering in outerspace

Upon a cross, strapped to a lathe

Young ingenue, escapes unscathed

You read your part from your beer-gut heart

Then you fell to earth, where you became a star

Each time, I see, your face, remains

Your beer-gutheart escapes unscathed

Left Lancelot out of a part

You married the monster, but not the art

You fell to earth, but you wanted it back, now

You slipped at the tracks now, the one with the cross?

And it’s all gone bad hasn’t it?

Now that you’re dead