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I see what I have created
And count the lives that have been wasted
What before was balanced
Has become unbalanced
But, time has been kind to my handiwork
I’ve laid it brick by brick
I’ve stood on the bow
And steered the ship straight
I’ve risen in the ranks
And broken some bones
But, my conscience is clear
Swing your hammer, till father calls you in
Take a room number, but don’t mix it with mine
Maestro
Oh Clementine, if only you were mine
And had not committed yourself
You would have been a part
In what will become the Flamingo Dynasty
Look what the cat dragged in
Thinks he hit bulls eye
Shot himself in the foot, cant walk straight
Look what the cat dragged in
It was a filthy campaign
You turned people against each other
You smell of burnt chestnut
Look what the cat dragged in
It was on your shift, Director, on your shift
You never used the stairs
You rode the elevator
You used small print in the contract
That was the drop (that made the cup overflow)
You never should’ve taken the elevator
The cat dragged you in
Than disappeared like the wind
Now I’m putting you on display
So that everyone who looks
Through the window of my studio,
sees you… They see you
And some sunny day,
A man will walk by
And look in at you with a devilish smile
Me… that’ll be me
We have no time
In a second everything will be over
This is his blood
You are dipping your hands in
We are with you
We walk the narrow path together
The iron is warm
I advise you to forge it
Tell us if you see land
It's d-day and it's your strand
15 years are a long time
Everything has just passed by
Let's pay the bill
Let us pay yours
Will you manage another day
Another blow, another surrender
If you want to go away
We'll sail under the same flag
Oh, set me free
Now we know whom to blame
We have to change this
The plan is ready
This is the way we have to go
'Cause this monastry is not Christian
His name was never Dominique
And his philosophy was
To never set us free
I don't hear voices anymore
I don't think of revenge anymore
These times and these troubles are gone
I am ready
Just give me the sign, that the time has come
'Cause your signature signifies my exit
It's my life you have on the paper
So release me with your signature