Find all the kings men with their backs to the wall
See all the kings horses stumble and crawl
The kingdom is shaken, poised for the fall
When every the girls’ desires end up as smoke
The jester speaks the truth, from under his cloak:
It’s time to switch off the lights, turn the key and embark
It’s 45 after dark.
And the best men we have merely try to survive
Not running for office, but run for their lives
When wisdom is treason, truth is contrived
And the winter that befalls us is lonely and vile
Too much for brave Prometheus to handle in style.
Now watch the past come to haunt us, as gods make their mark
It’s 45 after dark.
Don’t say there were no choices, because there were a few.
Don’t say we didn’t warn you, don’t say nobody knew
Don’t say we had it coming, you know it’s not true.
Don’t say that you’re sorry or claim you were afraid
Don’t say there’s no difference that you could have made
See them hunt down the righteous, knock them out of the park
It’s 45 after dark.
When you give in to seduction, you succumb to the shark
It’s 45 after dark.
Music & Lyrics by John Allen.