The Fame of Lofty Deeds

Close up the house
Fit for a king
With everything
Anybody needs
His worldly gains
Up on display
All the fame of lofty deeds
He quit the band
Went on his own
Got his own show
The rest is history
Made a few mistakes
But took all the breaks
Charmed the snakes
And burst the seams
And anyone who had a taste
Could cut his face
From magazines
For the winters suck
And sun to bleach
To fade and perish
Like a dream

Now all his fans
Like grains of sand
Will fall through glass
God truth and speed
And climb that hill
To kiss or kill
For all the fame of lofty deeds
When the candles snuffed
Things get tough
Your enemies
Seek your company
When you're all alone
Reach for the phone
I'm skull and bones
Remember me
Remember me