Artist: Emerson, Lake & Palmer Album: Individual Songs

There might have been things I missed but don't be unkind
It don't mean I'm blind
Perhaps there's a thing or two I think of lying in bed
I shouldn't have said, but there it is

You see, it's all clear
You were meant to be here
From the beginning

Maybe I might have changed and not been so cruel
Not been such a fool
Whatever was done is done, I just can't recall
It doesn't matter at all

You see, it's all clear
You were meant to be here
From the beginning

And did those feet in ancient time
Walk upon England's mountains green
And was the Holy Lamb of God
On England's pleasant pastures seen

And did the Countenance Divine
Shine forth upon our clouded hills
And was Jerusalem builded here
Among these dark Satanic mills

Bring me my bow of burning gold
Bring me my arrows of desire
Bring me my spear, oh, clouds unfold
Bring me my chariot of fire

I will not cease from mental fight
Nor shall my sword sleep in my hand
Till we have built Jerusalem
In England's green and pleasant land

Welcome back my friends to the show that never ends
We're so glad you could attend
Come inside, come inside
There behind a glass is a real blade of grass
Be careful as you pass
Move along, move along
Come inside, the show's about to start
Guaranteed to blow your head apart
Rest assured you'll get your money's worth
Greatest show in heaven, hell or earth
You've got to see the show, it's a dynamo
You've got to see the show, it's rock and roll, oh

Right before your eyes we pull laughter from the skies
And he laughs until he cries
Then he dies, then he dies
Come inside, the show's about to start
Guaranteed to blow your head apart
You've got to see the show, it's a dynamo
You've got to see the show, it's rock and roll, oh

Soon the Gypsy Queen in a glaze of vaseline
Will perform on guillotine
What a scene, what a scene
Next upon the stand will you please extend a hand
To Alexander's Ragtime Band
Dixieland, Dixieland
Roll up, roll up, roll up
See the show

Performing on a stool, we've a sight to make you drool
Seven virgins and a mule
Keep it cool, keep it cool
We would like it to be known the exhibits that were shown
were exclusively our own
All our own, all our own
Come and see the show, come and see the show, come and see the show

See the show

He had white horses and ladies by the score
All dressed in satin and waiting by the door
Ooh, what a lucky man he was
Ooh, what a lucky man he was

White lace and feathers, they made up his bed
A gold covered mattress on which he was laid
Ooh, what a lucky man he was
Ooh, what a lucky man he was

He went to fight wars for his country and his king
Of his honor and his glory the people would sing
Ooh, what a lucky man he was
Ooh, what a lucky man he was

A bullet had found him, his blood ran as he cried
No money could save him, so he laid down and he died
Ooh, what a lucky man he was
Ooh, what a lucky man he was

Do you want to be an angel, do you want to be a star
Do you want to play some magic on my guitar
Do you want to be a poet, do you want to be my string
You could be anything
Do you want to be the lover of another undercover
You could even be the man on the moon

Do you want to be the player, do you want to be the string
Let me tell you something, it just don't mean a thing
You see it really doesn't matter when you're buried in disguise
By the dark glass on your eyes, though your flesh has crystalised
Still you turn me on
Still you turn me on
You turn me on

Do you want to be the pillow where I lay my head
Do you want to be the feathers lying in my bed
Do you want to be a color cover magazine
Create a scene
Every day a little sadder, a little madder
Someone get me a ladder

Do you want to be the singer, do you want to be the song
Let me tell you something, you just couldn't be more wrong
You see I really have to tell you that it all gets so intense
From my experience it just doesn't seem to make sense
Still you turn me on
You turn me on, yeah
You turn me on