Oh my acolytes, you have brought me here
To Père Lachaise
Enshrining my undeserving place among the greats
We were as gods back then
You called us prophets
When all we truly were was easy on the eye
All my appetites brought me here
To Père Lachaise
Perfecting the romantic tragedy
That spared me from mediocre age
Yes I was true to my own daemon
But you can't deny
That death lends a certain cachet
Oh my acolytes you have sought me here
In Père Lachaise
Creating, with gum sculptures
The legend that never really was
Who knows, if I'd survived,
Would they have given me a Nobel prize?