|
By steve harley / cockney rebel |
|
Hark to roualt's white insanity, |
|
Clowns in drag concealing vanity, |
|
This is hardly paradise, |
|
We're still in search of petty scorn. |
|
Images so dead in mourning, |
|
Clap and cheer the man performing, |
|
This is hardly paradise, |
|
We're still in search of petty scorn. |
|
Couch my disease in chintz-covered kisses, |
|
Glazed calico cloth, my costume this is, |
|
Come to pablo fanque's in indigo, |
|
We'll show you pastel shades of rhyme. |
|
Take a letter, ophelia, write |
|
"sorry desdemona" bright, |
|
Peeking through the nimbus covers, |
|
We see the twisted tale of man. |
|
Catch us in the cornfield hiding, |
|
Me, maryse and moonbeams gliding, |
|
Peeking through the nimbus covers, |
|
We see the twisted tale of man. |
|
Careless, caress, curl up beside me, |
|
Visit, sleep and smile, and drown me, |
|
March together, slay like nero, |
|
We'll show you something you understand |
|
(originally this was "now we have something you understand.") |
|
Oh! the clown, his stare is eyeless, |
|
Shall he make you laugh or cry, yes, |
|
March together, slay like nero, |
|
We'll show you something you understand. |
|
The other verses are from the cockney rebel original version. i've left them in for general interest. also steve and marty performed the whole thing live at least once. |
|
It is time to hide my body, |
|
Shall we start to speak of holly, |
|
I don't wanna be that superhero, |
|
'til you have something we understand. |
|
Heard they're moving pisces into june, |
|
Shall we put together a platoon, |
|
I don't wanna be that superhero, |
|
'til you have something we understand. |
