There was one king, this was his one sin
You never make a move, 'til you've got something to prove

Upon a cross, strapped to a lathe
Young ingenue, escapes unscathed
You read the part, but you didn't get it
Left "Lancelot" out of the picture credit

If there's just one line, that springs to mind today
Your bottom-lit face, hovering in outerspace

Upon a cross, strapped to a lathe
Young ingenue, escapes unscathed
You read your part from your beer-gut heart
Then you fell to earth, where you became a star

Each time, I see, your face, remains
Your beer-gutheart escapes unscathed
Left Lancelot out of a part
You married the monster, but not the art

You fell to earth, but you wanted it back, now
You slipped at the tracks now, the one with the cross?
And it's all gone bad hasn't it?
Now that you're dead