Take your place in a wiser world of bigger motor cars.
The legends lie cradled in the seagulls call, and the promise they made are ground beneath the sadist's fall.
In your pomp and all your glory, you're a poorer man than me.
Too many temples where we could worship the beast.
Everyone's saved, we're in the grave. See you there for afternoon tea.
Roll us down the mountain and I'm sure the fatman would win.