"Ides Of March" lyrics
In a room the lord is standin', the man he lies alone
He soon will show his hand in the game where his hand is known
He hears the strangest whisper, words so pure and real
He feels the ageless blister which no cure can heal
His money flowing freely, that smile begins to fade
His brow is showing steely, he feels somehow betrayed
The forgotten basement furnace visits him in dreams
A rotten lover's pureness smolders with the beans
For he must cross the ocean to chase a Cherokee
His lust and loss of motion, encased in the debris
She remains a windy moment, developed and enlarged
How the lame old cockeyed showmen now fears the Ides of March
His eyes shot out by children, he holds a cheap guitar
The life it only filled him, the half that didn't scar
In a room the lord is standin', the man he lies alone
He soon will show his hand in the game where his hand is known
He soon will show his hand in the game where his hand is known
He hears the strangest whisper, words so pure and real
He feels the ageless blister which no cure can heal
His money flowing freely, that smile begins to fade
His brow is showing steely, he feels somehow betrayed
The forgotten basement furnace visits him in dreams
A rotten lover's pureness smolders with the beans
For he must cross the ocean to chase a Cherokee
His lust and loss of motion, encased in the debris
She remains a windy moment, developed and enlarged
How the lame old cockeyed showmen now fears the Ides of March
His eyes shot out by children, he holds a cheap guitar
The life it only filled him, the half that didn't scar
In a room the lord is standin', the man he lies alone
He soon will show his hand in the game where his hand is known
