If beauty is an ecstasy and anger keeps you poor. A hungry man is never free, a rich man never cured. Things were never what they used to be. Now every crowd has its silver lining, we all got stuff to sell.
Heave lads, an audience awaits. Heave lads, the final scene is set. Heave lads, curtains clear the debt. Waiting in empty halls. Smiling between the walls.
The seas turning black. The sky turning red. And someone talking in my bed. I know I've got to chase the devil tonight. For the time is here. But the way, way is long.