We are friends, are we not?
And our interests are the same
We collaborate
And trust in fate
Parcel out the blame
There are ends we’ve all got that can justify the means
We negotiate
Then fabricate the facts behind the scenes
Keeping all the details vague and secrets hidden
Safe from the balanced sheet of those you trust
Because history is a story told by the winners of the fight
You imply a little
Lie a little
Testifying
Try a little
Sailor
Who’s gonna question what goes on in the middle of the night?
Not a tinker
Not a tailor
Not his father or Mercedes
Or a jailer
So we all are agreed
Let’s be vigilant and wise
We must all pretend our naive friend was caught in his own lies
For our plan to succeed
we must share but one belief
Edmond Dantes stays and ends his days inside the Chateau d’If
Where the softest things he’ll touch are stones and darkness
Deep in a craggy isle and dungeon’s keep
Because history’s a story told by the men who make the laws
We supply a little lie
To help the gullible to buy a little fable
What will become of the righteous men who fashioned Dantes’ flaws?
The rich
And well respected
Are no more to be rejected at our table
I’ll be a comfort in her time of grief and anguish
I’ll be Mercedes’ ever faithful acolyte
Every night
And part of me wishes Dantes didn’t have to languish
But I can see it’s him or me
Let him sit there and rot until he’s forgot
Let him rot!
History’s a story told by the people who survive
Let me sign and then initial
It’s the truth if it’s officially the story
What if the cost is one young man so three more men can survive?
He’s a price we have to pay
So live and fight another day for love and glory
He was standing in the way
A threat to justice in Marseille
So goes the story!
Stick to the story!
Here ends the story!
编辑于2023/12/25更新