I wanna be Hercules

In the unstilled Cyclades

I wanna be honoured in the place

Where the leopards eat your face

I wanna be Socrates

I wanna be Ulysses

I wanna be thought so very wise

When my thoughts are analysed

(I believe in the power of song but I’m a filthy little poisoned goblin with a ball-gag on)

It’s a very poor thing

But this’ll be my monument

Some kind of cruel joke

But this’ll be my monument

Won’t last the year out

Get the wrecking gear out

Ozymandias and the band all end up under the sand…

Wanna be in the dictionary - the definition of  Victory

(that crazy old king on the heath - sho’ nuff was a kick in the teeth)

Wanna soar in the Pleiades

Wanna have epiphanies

But the cheap little plaque on the wall

Is not edifying at all

(I believe in the power of song but I’m a scabby little Jimmy Jingo in a wet-look thong)

All the tiles are cracked up but this’ll be my monument

Vandalised and sacked but ..

This’ll be my monument

Buried under Nil Town

(you’re gonna have to drill down)

Ozymandias and us all end up under the bus…

I wanna be Stagger Lee in the rascals gallery

(possibly morally grey but cool at the end of the day)

If I can’t be Solomon I’ll settle for Gollum n’

If I can’t be wickedly hip

You can chuck me into the skip

(I believe in the power of song but I’m a craven little half-baked shitter who is just so wrong)

It’s a very poor thing

But this’ll be my monument

Some kind of cruel joke

But this’ll be my monument

It’s a pile of crap now

I sold it off for scrap now

Ozymandias, I project, will just get colossally wrecked…