Woorden:
Harum Procol Procol Harum With Bonus Tracks

to die - the crowds reward you About to die - their cheers ignore you Light a candle up in kingdom come Light the way for the chosen one No candle burned with

a watering can Some Santa Claus-like face of note entreats my ears to set afloat my feeble sick and weary brain and I am overcome with shame and hide

jeer at you I leave now with regret and as the gloom begins to fall I see there is no, only all and though you came with sword held high you did not conquer

(Brooker / Reid) Jostle, hassle, elbow bustle in a swirling rainbow tussle Caught and frozen, broken sheen now unites for one brief scene Lonely in

put the pot on the hot In the cellar lies my wife, in my wife there's a knife so tote that hammer, lift that pick and banish inhibition with a pogo stick

It was all once bright jewels And glittering sand The oceans have ravaged And strangled the land Waste fills the temples, Dead daughters are born The

Did you hear what happened to Jenny Droe? Couldn't believe it, but it's true Twenty-six, and now she's dead I wish that I could've died instead Did you

Skeptic at the feast in ashes Huntsmen at the voyeurs' ball Funeral parlour guests invited Mourning poorly worn by all Old and mouldy words of passion

Poor mohammed at the peep show Kick the beggar down the stairs Can't keep guard, he's old and feeble Steal his books, burn his prayers Poor mohammed