Procol Harum - New Lamps For Old Lyrics
The end of the evening, unable to copeUnique entertainment no longer a jokeThe close of the picture, the end of the showMerciless torment, torturous blowNew lamps for oldBright shiny goldInnocent youthFalsehood for truthThe eye of the needle, the loss of the threadTriumphant victor, glorious deadThe cause becomes duty; dutys the blowWhich kills the picture: death of the show