As you step out onto that Nobel stage

Spare a thought for the man
Who labors on the page
When you're standing in the spotlight
Where you've always been
I'll be alone with the pen
Alone with the pen

When they lay that medal
On your crooked heart

Cast your eyes to the heavens
In the name of art

I could send a card
But I believe you know
It's just another show
Another show
And all the time
And the tears and blood
Were like a stream
That flows free from the mud
When it's over and we've turned to dust
They'll say you wore the laurel for the rest of us
You know I used to be the best, I used to be the champ
Now I pick through my past like a hungry tramp
When I meet your eyes above the oil drum flame
I see the price of fame, the price of fame
I'm gonna raise a glass tonight to you up there
From some hotel bedspread in my underwear
I could say it's luck the way you got there first
But denial's the worst, it's the worst
And all the time and the tears and blood
Were like a stream that flows free from the mud
When it's over and we've turned to dust
They'll say you wore the laurel for the rest of us
Spartacus
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