We are friends, are we not?
And our interests are the same
We collaborate
And [bad word] in fate
To parcel out to the blame
There are ends we forgot
That can justify the means
Will it go she hates
Then fabricate the facts behind the scenes

Keeping all the details wake and secrets hidden
Save in the balanced sheet of those she [bad word] 
Because 

history is a story told by the winners of the fight
You imply a little
Lie a little 
Justifying 
Why a little sailor
Who’s gonna question what goes on in the middle of the night
Not a tinkle 
Not a tailor
Not it’s father on it’s say this
Or a jailer
So we all are agreed
Let’s be victual and in wise
We must all pretend
Our knighty friend
Who is caught in his own lies

For a plan to succeed
We must share but one believe
And where Dantes days
And anxious days inside the shafforties
With the softest things
He’ll touch stones and darkness
Deep in a cracky island dungeons keep
Because 

history is a story told by the men who make the laws
With a pile little lie
To help the gullible
to buy a little fable
What will [bad word] of the rightist man
Who’s farship Dantes floors
Too rich
well respect
And no more to be rejected at a table

Out be [bad word] in her time
Of grief and anguish
Out we must see this ever faithful echo light
Every night
part of me whishes Dantes didn’t 
Have to languish
Part I can see
It’s him or me
Let him sit there
And rock till he’s forgot
Let him rock

History is story told by the people who survive 
Let me sign in then initial
it [bad word] that it's officially the story
What if the cast doesn’t want young man
So fee more than can survive 
It’s a price we have to pay
So let him find another way
For love and glory

He was standing in the way
Our friendship is just a simple say
So goes the story
Stick to the story
Here wents a story