There was one king, this was his one sin,
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You never make a move, 'til you've got something to prove.
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Upon a cross, strapped to a lathe,
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Young ingenue, escapes unscathed,
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You read the part, but you didn't get it,
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left "Lancelot" out of the picture credit.
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If there's just one line, that springs to mind today,
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Your bottom-lit face, hovering in outerspace.
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Upon a cross, strapped to a lathe,
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Young ingenue, escapes unscathed,
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You read your part from your beer-gut heart,
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Then you fell to earth, where you became a star.
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Each time, I see, your face, remains,
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Your beer-gutheart escapes unscathed,
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Left Lancelot out of a part,
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You married the monster, but not the art.
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You fell to earth, but you wanted it back, now.
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You slipped at the tracks now, the one with the cross?
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And it's all gone bad hasn't it?
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Now that you're dead.
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Prince With A Thousand Enemies
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And You Will Know Us by the Trail of Dead |