byronic sex & exile - becket lyrics
evening gentlemen, frustrated ones
pray indulgence for your favourite son
another grandstand, another song
a thousand curtain calls can’t be wrong
the stage is set, and there he stands
a date with fate for thee, old man
into thy hands, o lord
into thy hands, o lord
one final bow, and here we go
a living monument to the ego
but only he truly understands
the whole world turns on an actor’s hand
the stage is set, and there he stands
a date with fate for thee, old man
into thy hands, o lord
into thy hands, o lord
the stage is set, and there he stands
a date with fate for thee, old man
into thy hands, o lord
into thy hands, o lord
the stage is set, and there he stands
a date with fate for thee, old man
into thy hands, o lord
into thy hands, o lord
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