And I'm standing up
In my practice room
I'm all alone


Speakers on the spoon
And my new Gibson and

Oh, what the hell

Things are not so different

In my vocal master
You are the face that launched
One thousand %#@!s


Quakes and Trojans
And a thousand %#@!s

The %#@!s eying the shores
Of Asia minor


Lining all the shores
Of Asia minor
You can tell that I'm not

A minor in Asia no more

I'm standing up

This is the face that launched
A thousand %#@!s


I'm standing up
This is the face that launched
One thousand %#@!s


This is the face that shot
You'll never have replaced

Splitting up his kids to three separate parts
For his sons and the three separate hearts