No more wars to fight

White flags fly tonight

You are out of danger now

Battlefield is still

Wild poppies on the hill

Peace can only come when you surrender

Here the tracers fly

Lighting up the sky

But I'll fight unto the end

Let them send their armies

I will never bend

I won't see you now 'til I surrender

I'll see you again when I surrender

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

Look, lady, you've got the wrong man

I had some trouble with my car, I just pulled into your driveway

Get out

Okay, 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

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 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

The Fairbanks, the Gilberts, the Valentinos

They trampled on what was divine

They threw away the gold of silence

When all they needed was this face of mine

Hey, don't blame me, I'm just a writer