And I'm standing up in my practice room. I'm all alone, The speakers almost blown and my new Gibson and--oh what the hell.
Things are not so different in my vocal master, You're the face that launched one thousand shits, Greeks and Trojans and a thousand shits, The shits lining 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 ships. I'm standing up. This is the face that launched one thousand ships.
This is the face that shot, you'll never have replaced, Splitting up his kingdom into 3 separate parts, For his sons and their 3 separate hearts.