Cold and morning I heard a warning borne in the air About an age of where no one had an hour to spare Where the seeds have withered, silent children in the cold Now their faces captured in the lenses of the jackals for
I'll be there, be there, I will be there.
Suffering in silence, they've all been They hurt and they beat them in a terrible way for survival at the end of the day There is no for those who stay
I'll be there, I'll be there, I be there
There must be someone who can set them To take sorrow from this odyssey To help the and the refugees To what's left of humanity
Can't you see, can't you see, can't you I'll be there, I'll be there, I be there To heal sorrow To beg and tomorrow!
Step inside, hello! We've a most show! enjoy it all, we know -- come inside, come inside. We've got thrills and shocks, supersonic cocks Leave hammers at the box -- come inside, come inside.
Roll up! Roll up! up! See the show!
Left behind the bars, rows of Bishops' heads in and a inside a car Spectacular! Spectacular!
If you me there's a speciality tears for you to see Misery, misery. Roll up! up! Roll up! See the show!
upon the bill in our House of Vaudeville We've a in a till a thrill! What a thrill! And not content with that, our hands behind our backs, We pull from a hat, Get into that! Get that! Roll up! Roll up! up! See the show!
Welcome my friends to the show that never ends so glad you could attend Come inside! inside! There behind a glass is a real of grass be as you pass. along! Move along!
Come inside, the show's to start guaranteed to blow your apart Rest assured you'll get money's worth The show in Heaven, Hell or Earth. You've got to see the show, a dynamo. You've got to see the show, rock and roll ....
Soon the Queen in a glaze of Vaseline Will on guillotine a scene! What a scene! Next upon the stand will you extend a hand to Ragtime Band Dixieland, up! Roll up! Roll up! See the show!
Performing on a stool we've a to make you drool virgins and a mule Keep it cool. it cool. We'd like it to be known the exhibits that were were our own, All our own. All our own. and see the show! Come and see the show! Come and see the show! See the show!
Second (Instrumental)
Impression (lyrics: Sinfield, Greg Lake)
Man alone, born of stamp the dust of time His strike the flame of his soul; a rope to a tree and hangs the Universe Until the of laughter blows cold.
Fear that rattles in men's And rears its head .... Death .... in the wind .... Man of steel pray and fever's blazing torch Thrust the face of the night; Draws a of compassion by countless Kings Whose jewelled trumpet blind his sight. that no man thought would fall The altars of the .... Dust .... in the wind ....
No man yields who flies in my DANGER! Let the bridge computer STRANGER! LOAD PROGRAM. I AM YOURSELF. No computer in my way Only blood can cancel my Guardians of a new dawn Let the of war be drawn.
Rejoice! is ours! Our men have not died in vain, Their graves no flowers The tapes have recorded names.
I am all is NEGATIVE! PRIMITIVE! LIMITED! I LET YOU LIVE! But I you life ELSE COULD YOU DO? To do what was I'M PERFECT! ARE