I don’t wanna rain on your parade,
If a life’s worth living it’s a life worth saved.
Fully loaded at heavens door,
Waiting for the king to strike a chord.
Music be the food of love, play on,
Sing to the death my favourite song.
Still hanging about, saints be praised,
Wanted the joker, got the knave.
Singing alone, past the crowds,
If only they could know what I know now.
Music be the food of you, my God,
Praying to you my favourite song.
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