| You lead the lost sheep up to the mountain
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| You tell them everything’s gonna be OK
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| With that old familiar smile that everybody’s seen
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| There’s a million or more if you’re counting
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| And they’re waiting for words but you’ve nothing to say
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| It’s that old familiar sting where everybody’s clean
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| You start mumbling, they’re applauding, everyone’s screaming your name
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| There’s a rumbling while you’re lording it, everyone’s watching your game
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| There’s little now to be said for this
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| Oh you know we’ve done all we can
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| So everyone’s waiting for an audience with the man
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| We’ve gone from Shakespeare, Dickens and Churchill
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| We’ve had Nixon, Napoleon, Kennedy too
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| They all had that old familiar smile that everybody knows
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| How the West was won is a legend
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| But how the Empire fell is known only to the few
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| It’s like that old rodeo where anything goes
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| It’s a night-out but a wipe-out 'cause Mary’s gone mislaid the sheep
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| You’re still talking but only to the walking, dead 'cause they’ve all gone
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| asleep
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| There’s little now to be said for this, oh you know we’ve done all we can
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| And so everyone’s waiting for an audience with the man
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| Pa talks like it’s politics, claims: ('The Pope’s a friend of mine')
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| Ma’s in the chapel preaching fear of the Lord while junior’s committing a crime
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| So everything is fine
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| You go for a night-out, it’s a regular wipe-out 'cause Mary’s gone lost the
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| sheep
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| You, you’re still talking but only to the walking, dead 'cause they’ve all gone
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| asleep
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| So there’s little now to be said for this, oh you know we’ve done all we can
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| And so everyone’s waiting for an audience with the man
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| Everyone’s waiting for an audience with the big big man
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| Everyone’s waiting for an audience with the big big man
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| Everyone’s waiting for an audience with the big big man
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| Everyone’s waiting for an audience with the big big man |