Sixteen singers on a dead love’s chest
Love is a battlefield.
When nobody wants you,
you just stare at the world
planning your vengeance,
that you soon will unfold.
It’s all lies and jest,
still, a man hears what he wants to hear
and disregards the rest.
Don't you draw the Queen of Diamonds, boy,
she'll beat you if she's able.
You know, the Queen of Hearts is always your best bet.
Freedom, well, that's just some people talking.
Your prison is walking through this world all alone.
Freedom's just another word for nothing left to lose.
Since my baby left me,
I've found a new place to dwell,
down at the end of Lonely Street
at Heartbreak Hotel.
Once upon a time I was falling in love,
now I'm only falling apart.
Nothing I can do,
a total eclipse of the heart.
I don’t know when to hold them,
know when to fold them,
know when to walk away,
and know when to run.
It seems to me,
sorry seems to be the hardest word...
Thus the words of the prophets
are written on the subway walls:
Just slip out the back, Jack,
make a new plan, Stan,
you don't need to be coy, Roy,
just get yourself free.
Hop on the bus, Gus,
you don't need to discuss much,
just drop off the key, Lee,
and get yourself free.
All the lonely people,
where do they all come from?
All the lonely people,
where do they all belong?
Well, you don't tug on Superman's cape,
you don't spit into the wind.
You don't pull on the mask of old Lone Ranger
and you don't mess around with Jim!
So before you accuse me
take a look at yourself.
You shake my nerves and you rattle my brain,
too much love drives a man insane.
You broke my will,
but what a thrill.
Goodness gracious, great balls of fire!
Lyrics by:
Pat Benatar, Black Sabbath, Simon and Garfunkel, Eric Clapton, The Eagles, Janis Joplin, Elvis Presley, Bonnie Tyler, Kenny Rogers, Elton John, Simon and Garfunkel, Johnn Lennon and Paul McCartney, Jim Croce, Eric Clapton, Jerry Lee Lewis and coreography by Marius Buys.
Copyright to above artists 2013
(but this poem may be electronically shared)
