You thought you were dead,
Suicide in your head,
Tie yourself to the bed
Of the Pope in the hope of a bled dry soul.
Less the fare for the crane,
On the spinning wheel.
Working for the win, but
The man in the corner.
Instant revelation.
Bear witness, behold and be free.
She thought she had gone
Off the edge of a mist.
Kissed three times by St Peter
And denounced by the role she’d adopted,
So she opted for the wheel of the crane,
Maintaining the pain a little longer, but
The man in the corner.
Instant revelation.
Bear witness, behold and be free.
All the scientists gather,
To measure the mile,
In a style unknown to kings.
They push it out across the rings.
Trailing banners behind,
It heralds their presence in the cosmos.
As it circles round the crane, but
The man in the corner.
Instant revelation.
Bear witness, behold and be free.
Here she comes with a lipstick,
Slashing markers on your fingers.
Revlon lingers,
Pasting time-marks on your memories.
Pick her up in a box,
Cry the rocks of the years,
Just as tears, wipe your eyes, but
The man in the corner.
Instant revelation.
Bear witness, behold and be free.
Bend your body to the order.
Count the pebbles in your eyes.
Be wise to the prizes that the crane has to offer.
Look through the stones,
To the corner of the case,
For the man in the corner.
Instant revelation.
Bear witness, behold and be free.
The man in the glass case.
…in the corner.
Instant revelation.
Bear witness,
Behold,
And be free.
To see the man in the corner.
(Picking up boxes).
Instant revelation.
(Turn the wheel).
Bear witness.
(Take your prize).
Behold.
(Put it in your pocket).
And be free.
Look for the man.
In the corner.
Waiting for the win.
(Picking up boxes).
Instant revelation.
(Painted with Revlon).
(Crank the wheel).
Bear witness.
(Take your prize. Measure the cosmos).
Behold.
(Get yourself a scientist).
Bear witness and be free.
