Prince With A Thousand Enemies

(альбом: ...And You Will Know Us By The Trail Of Dead - 1998)

There was one king
This was his one sin
You never make a move
'Til you've got something to prove

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
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

Each time I see, your face remains
Your beer-gut heart 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 trail
And you slipped at the tracks now
The one with the cross?
It's all gone bad, hasn't it?
Now that you're dead
It's all gone bad, hasn't it?
Now that you're dead
It's all gone bad
Now that you're dead
It's all gone bad, hasn't it?
Now that you're dead
It's all gone bad
It's all gone bad
It's all gone bad