New Lamps For Old Lyrics by Procol Harum

New Lamps For Old Lyrics

    The end of the evening, unable to cope
    Unique entertainment no longer a joke
    The close of the picture, the end of the show
    Merciless torment, torturous blow

    New lamps for old
    Bright shiny gold
    Innocent youth
    Falsehood for truth

    The eye of the needle, the loss of the thread
    Triumphant victor, glorious dead
    The cause becomes duty; duty's the blow
    Which kills the picture: death of the show

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