Bound by the ground, struck to the floor
The prisoner capsizes, then rises once more
Tooth knocked aside, eyes smiling wide
The torture he fought here with humour defied
The sentence swung down by judges of men
Who decreed that with speed his survival must end
This man they had framed for witchcraft and war
Invoked but a joke and would offer no more
Softer than fur, faster than light
She creeps to the keep up the tower in the night
Dark splits apart, appears he there
This sage in a cage as she sinks to despair
'My lover' she cries, 'Oh healer of men,
These bars scar the stars of our fortunes again'
His hand on her heart, his voice in her ear
The silence it slows, he stills her fear
Says...
One day when they're tellin' my story, don't cry
Mastered attention, stare to nowhere
He chants in a trance between mischief and prayer
The journalist come, his tale now to tell
This scribe for the tribe who would say what would sell
Determined to reap the secret he keep
In surges he urges the captive to speak
His questions returned with silent tableau
A single reply, explaining slow
That...
One day when you're tellin' my story, don't lie
Bet high, get high, step off the set high
Try to forget why, f*ck it if you die
Listen to grow son, no need to glow none
Only a showman fools with a faux gun
Rhythm, role tide
Freedom, fold pride
Step on your weapon and share what you stare upon
Mortal adventure drawn to a close
Unmade by the blade for the life that he chose
Regal he stride, rockin' he stroll
Bowed to the crowd here to watch his head roll
The axeman come near, a portrait of fear
Asks through the mask to his final words hear
His soul to the sun, his grin to the grave
He closes his eyes a sainted slave
He says...
One day if they're tellin' my story, I won't die
Higher story, borne of revenge
Tie on, don't cry, don't drown
Now you're loose inside of a rather big town
With no end and no side to hold
Time in a space
Fate in a mould