Cold and misty morning I a warning borne in the air About an age of power where no one had an hour to 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, I'll be there, I be there.
Suffering in silence, all been betrayed 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, be there, I will be there
There be someone who can set them free To take sorrow from this odyssey To help the helpless and the To protect left of humanity
Can't you see, you see, can't you see? I'll be there, be there, I will be there To heal sorrow To beg and tomorrow!
Step inside, hello! We've a most show! You'll enjoy it all, we -- come inside, come inside. We've got thrills and shocks, supersonic fighting Leave hammers at the box -- come inside, come inside.
up! Roll up! Roll up! See the show!
Left behind the bars, rows of heads in jars and a inside a car Spectacular! Spectacular!
If you follow me there's a some for you to see Misery, misery. Roll up! up! Roll up! See the show!
Next upon the in our House of Vaudeville We've a stripper in a a thrill! What a thrill! And not content with that, with our hands our backs, We pull from a hat, Get into that! Get that! Roll up! up! Roll up! See the show!
Welcome back my friends to the show that ends We're so glad you could inside! Come inside! There behind a glass is a blade of grass be as you pass. along! Move along!
Come inside, the about to start guaranteed to blow head apart Rest assured you'll get your worth The greatest show in Heaven, or Earth. got to see the show, it's a dynamo. You've got to see the show, it's and roll ....
Soon the Gypsy in a glaze of Vaseline Will on guillotine What a scene! a scene! Next upon the will you please extend a hand to Alexander's Ragtime Dixieland, Roll up! Roll up! up! See the show!
Performing on a we've a sight to make you drool Seven 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. Come and see the show! Come and see the show! and see the show! See the show!
Impression (Instrumental)
Third (lyrics: Peter Sinfield, Lake)
Man alone, of stone Will the dust of time His hands the flame of his soul; Ties a rope to a tree and the Universe Until the wind of blows cold.
Fear that rattles in ears And rears its hideous Dread .... Death .... in the .... Man of pray and kneel With fever's blazing Thrust the face of the night; Draws a of compassion by countless Kings Whose jewelled words blind his sight. that no man thought would fall The altars of the .... Dust .... in the wind ....
No man yields who in my ship DANGER! Let the bridge speak STRANGER! LOAD PROGRAM. I AM YOURSELF. No computer in my way Only can cancel my pain of a new clear dawn Let the of war be drawn.
Rejoice! is ours! Our men have not died in vain, Their graves need no The tapes have their names.
I am all is NEGATIVE! PRIMITIVE! LIMITED! I LET YOU LIVE! But I gave you WHAT ELSE YOU DO? To do was right I'M PERFECT! ARE