"Do you still see me even here?"
The silver cord lies on the ground.
"And so I'm dead", the young man said
Over the hill, not a wish away.

My friends as one all stand aligned
Although their taxis came too late.
There was [bad word] along the Fulham Road.
There was a hush in the Passion Play.

Such a sense of glowing in the aftermath
Ripe with rich attainments all imagined
Sad misdeeds in disarray, the sore thumb screams aloud
Echoing out of the Passion Play.

All the old familiar [bad [bad word] crowding in a different key
Melodies decaying in sweet dissonance.
There was [bad word] along the Fulham Road
Into the ever-Passion Play.

And [bad word] here to wish me well?
sweetly-scented angel fell.
She laid her head upon my disbelief
And bathed me with her ever-smile.

And with a howl across the sand
I go escorted by a band
Of gentlemen in leather bound
No one but someone to be found.

All along the icy wastes there are faces smiling in the gloom.
Roll up roll down, Feeling unwound? Step into the viewing room.
The cameras were all around, We've got you taped- you're in the Play.

Here's your I.D., ideal for identifying one and all.
Invest your life in the memory bank, ours the interest and we
thank you.
The ice-cream lady wet her drawers, to see you in the Passion Play.

Take the prize for instant pleasure
Captain of the cricket team
Public speaking in all weathers
knighthood from a queen.
All your best friends telephones never cooled from the heat of
your hand.
From your hand.
There's a line in a front-page story- 13 horses that also-ran.
Also-ran.
Climb in your old umbrella, Does it have a nasty tear in the dome?
In the dome?
But the rain only gets in sometimes, and the sun never leaves you
alone.
You alone.
You alone.

Lover of the black and white- it's your first night.
The Passion Play goes all the way-spoils your insight.
Tell me how the baby's made, how the lady's laid
Why the old dog howls in sadness.

And your little sister's immaculate virginity wings away on the bony
shoulders of a young horse named George who stole surreptitiously into
her geography revision.
The examining body examined her body.

Actor of the low-high Q, let's hear your view.
Peek at the lines upon your sleeve, since your memory won't do.
Tell me how the baby's graded, how the lady's faded
Why the old dogs howl with madness.

All of this and some of that's the only way to skin the cat.

And now you've lost a skin or two- you're for us and we for you.
The dressing room is right behind
We've got you taped, you're in the Play.
How does it feel to be in the Play?
How does it feel to play the Play?
How does it feel to be the Play?

Man of passion rise again, we won't cross you out.
For we do love you like a son, of that there's no doubt.
Tell us, is it you who are here for our good cheer?
Or are we here for the glory, for the story
For the gory satisfaction of telling you how absolutely awful you
really are?

There was [bad word] along the Fulham Road.
There was a hush in the Passion Play.