No more wars to fight

White flags fly tonight

You are out of danger now

Let them send their armies

I will never bend

I won't see you now till I surrender

I'll see you again when I surrender

I took a glance into the next room

And there, on the table, shrouded in a shawl

Was a small, sad corpse

A dead chimp

Now, don't you give me a fancy price just because I'm rich

Look, lady, you've got the wrong man

I just needed a place to stash a limping car with a hot license plate

Get out

O-, okay, okay, okay

And I'm sorry you lost your friend

Get out of here

Haven't I seen you somewhere before?

Or shall I call my servant?

Aren't you Norma Desmond?

Ha, you used to be in pictures, you used to be big

I am big, it's the pictures that got small

Once upon a time, not long ago

The head of any studio

Knew how and when to play his aces

Now they'll put some talentless unknown

Beneath their sacred microphone

We didn't need words, we had faces

Yes, they took all the idols and smashed them

They tore down the temples where we all worshipped

They trampled on what was divine

They threw away the gold of silence

When all they needed was this face of mine

Don't blame me, I'm just a writer