The Libertine

The motorway won't take a horse

The wanderer has found a course to follow

And the traveller unpacked his bags for the last time

And the troubadour cut off his hand

Now he wants mine, oh no

Oh no

Not me

Oh no

The circus girl fell off her horse

Now, she's paralysed, and

The hitchhiker was bound and gagged

Raped on the roadside

The libertine is locked in jail

The pirate sunk and broke his sail

But I've still got to go

I've got to go

So, here I go

I'm gonna run the risk of being free

Being free

Being free

Being free

Huh

The magician's secrets are all revealed

And the preacher's lies are all concealed

And all our heroes lack any conviction

They shout through the bars of cliché and addiction

So, I've got to go

I've got to go

So, here I go

I'm gonna run the risk of being free

Being free

Being free

Being free

And in this drought of truth and invention

Whoever shouts the loudest gets the most attention

So, we pass the mic and they've got nothing to say except:

"Bow down, bow down, bow down to your god!"

And we hit the floor

Make ourselves an idol

To bow before

Well, I can't

And I won't bow down anymore

No more

(God!)