Originally posted by ChessPraxisToo kind, too kind....
(places $5 bill in empty snifter on piano top)
I am the pianoman, my songs are frontline,
I look at the skull, sends a shiver up my spine,
An image of death that's eyeless and scary,
Peers into my soul, I must be wary.
Should I? Shouldn't I? My finger pauses
Above the key whose destruction it causes.
For king and country, for clan and my score
I strike, I press, I kill. The wretched skull is no more!
Originally posted by Pianoman1No need to feel bad
Too kind, too kind....
I am the pianoman, my songs are frontline,
I look at the skull, sends a shiver up my spine,
An image of death that's eyeless and scary,
Peers into my soul, I must be wary.
Should I? Shouldn't I? My finger pauses
Above the key whose destruction it causes.
For king and country, for clan and my score
I strike, I press, I kill. The wretched skull is no more!
Get down and be sad
He knew the rules of the game
If the roles were reversed
For better or worse
He would have done the same