Post by Joe Everyman on Jul 17, 2008 3:09:10 GMT -6
The scene fades in...but no picture can be seen. What sounds like a record player scratching against a record can be heard. It finally locks in, and a song begins playing. The familiar drums and bass line of Fortunate Son begins playing.
Unknown Voice: God bless the USA...
The scene fades in on the busy streets of Washington DC. The camera spins around, and finally locks in on the Lincoln Memorial. People are moving all over it...but one man is standing on the middle of the steps...looking up into the statue of Abraham Lincoln. The camera zooms in on the man...as it is revealed to be Joe Everyman. He is looking into the eyes of the statue...and it looks almost like the statue is looking back at just Joe. Everyman finally breaks his eyes away from the statue and looks up into the clouds...and finally breaks his silence.
Joe Everyman: Four score and seven years ago our fathers brought forth on this continent a new nation, conceived in Liberty, and dedicated to the proposition that all men are created equal.
Now we are engaged in a great civil war, testing whether that nation, or any nation, so conceived and so dedicated, can long endure. We are met on a great battlefield of that war. We have come to dedicate a portion of that field, as a final resting place for those who here gave their lives that that nation might live. It is altogether fitting and proper that we should do this.
But, in a larger sense, we can not dedicate—we can not consecrate—we can not hallow—this ground. The brave men, living and dead, who struggled here, have consecrated it, far above our poor power to add or detract. The world will little note, nor long remember what we say here, but it can never forget what they did here. It is for us the living, rather, to be dedicated here to the unfinished work which they who fought here have thus far so nobly advanced. It is rather for us to be here dedicated to the great task remaining before us—that from these honored dead we take increased devotion to that cause for which they gave the last full measure of devotion—that we here highly resolve that these dead shall not have died in vain—that this nation, under God, shall have a new birth of freedom—and that government of the people, by the people, for the people, shall not perish from the earth.
Joe looks back down at the statue.
Joe Everyman: In this temple...as in the hearts of the people...for whom he saved The Union...the memory of Abraham Lincoln...is enshrined forever.....
Joe finally turns around and sits down on the steps of the Lincoln Memorial. He looks up at the sun, which is near sunset...the shadows are getting long across the grass and waters in front of the Memorial. Joe's eyes still watch the sun, as he begins to speak.
Joe Everyman: Patriotism and War...nowadays, they seem to go hand in hand. If you are against war...you are against your country. If you are against your country, you are of course...against war. I am a man who walks the borderline. For you see...no one really knows much about my family. The only thing people know is what they have learned from the internet or whatever the hell else they use...but now it's a little bit of story time for everyone.
Joe finally averts his eyes from the sun, and looks down into the pavement.
Joe Everyman: My family has been through almost every war I can think of. My great grandfather was in World War one...both of my grandfathers were in World War two...my uncle and father were in the Vietnam war...and both of my brothers are in the Iraqi war as we speak. And before I go any further...yes, Everyman is truly my real name. I know a lot of people think it's a fake name, but it really is my name. Great, great grandfathers of mine, I guess, thought it was funny or lost a bet or something...but after generations, this is my name...and I take pride in it. But, I digress. My brothers are currently in the War in Iraq...Staff Sergeant James Tyler Everyman, and Major Russell William Everyman...both in the army as we speak. They are fighting so we may do what we will. They are fighting so people like me and all of these people here today can do what they were born to do...be free. My long gone family members did the same. They fought so we would not be crushed by the German War Machine...or they fought for our blasted government during the nineteen sixties and seventies. My family is a war family...but not all of them would make it out alive...
Joe looks up into the sky again...almost looking for answers.
Joe Everyman: World War two...the biggest invasion the world has ever seen. Hundreds of thousands of men threw themselves into the machine guns on the beaches of Normandy...thousands of men fell from the sky in the largest air offensive in the history of the United States military...and that was just on our side. Men fought and died for their country...and why? Not because their government told them to...not because their friends told them to...not because their parents wanted them to go...but because they love their country. They know war is hell, but they went in after it with a full heart. Men sacrificed everything they have...they sacrificed everything they have ever worked for...they sacrificed everything in their entire life for a few bleak moments of heroism...and some didn't have the fortitude to survive. Many men would lose their lives in the fight for patriotism...for their country...and for life in general. And for what...for the chance to become a higher rank...so they could have more say...hell, even for medals. For a little peace of medal on a piece of cloth...most people would think nothing of this...but for everyone I know...it means more than anything to them. My father won a Bronze Star in Vietnam...but death overtook him when I was only ten years old. And yet...my grandfather, who won a Medal of Honor in World War two, is still alive.....how can this happen? How can war work like this...
Joe then looks down at the ground again. He then reaches into his pocket and pulls out something...he clinches it tightly in his hand. He then relieves the pressure and opens it up...in sits...a Bronze Star.
Joe Everyman: This is the only remaining thing I have of my father. My mother ridded herself of everything of my father's...she couldn't bare any witness to him after he passed...my brothers and I felt the same way. Just holding this medal is hard enough for me...because I know that war took my father...it took my mom's dad...it took my uncles...it almost took my brothers...and it has taken the lives of millions upon millions upon millions of human lives...and it was all in the name of love. It is hard to understand out war and love can easily go hand in hand...but it so easily does. One does not go to war out of jealous...one does not go to war for spite...they go to war out of love. And I know many with disagree with me...even ones like Hitler went to war out of love. He went to war because he loved to fight...and he loved his country. He was able to win the hearts of millions of Germans to fight alongside him. I know it's hard to believe...but all war is built around love.
Joe closes his hand and holds the Bronze Star close to his chest. He closes his eyes and tilts his head down. He opens his eyes again and stares at his fist...and opens it as well. He then stares down at the medal.
Joe Everyman: Everyone fights out of love...nobody fights because they want to. In no fight has there ever been a prize. In World War two, it was France, Italy, Russia and the rest of Europe...all up for grabs. In the Vietnam War...it was for the country, and to destroy communism. In the Gulf War, it was for Kuwait and the oil fields there. And now...in the Iraqi War, it is to destroy terrorism. People nowadays fight for love...wither it be the love for money...power...people...oil...whatever it may be, war is fought out of love. And the people with the highest fortitude and the highest skill will win out in the end. Everyone fights for love...and will be rewarded at the end. Wither it be for a patch of land...money...possessions...respect...loyalty...anything, a prize will be given to the winner. Every prize comes with blood shed and heartbreak...and at the same time...we still strive onward. No matter what is thrown at us...we will march forward. And no matter how bleak or how unfortunate a situation looks...we fight onward, in hopes of becoming the supreme winner.
Joe pauses and takes a breath and looks at the medal more.
Joe Everyman: And here I sit...on the steps of the Lincoln Memorial...the building and temple of the greatest war President known to man...Abraham Lincoln. He was able to unite an entire country from war...by using war. The North versus the South...one of the biggest battles in America's short exsistance. People were fighting for their country...and yet, at the same time, this war was the one that cost the most American lives...when both sides were fighting for the same...exact...thing. And then the question arrises again...why is there war? Simple...pride...possessions...glory...whatever you want to call it...people fight...for their own believes, for their country...and for the final prize. Love it or hate it...war will always be around. No matter how hard people try to prevent it...war will be around. Wither it be little war...large wars...or world wars...all wars will be fought...and all wars must end. Most wars end in the most unpleasent ways...that too, is something you cannot change. As too...will be this Sunday at Last Stand...it will be the Last Stand for three men...as someone will climb up and claim that top prize...the nCw World Heavyweight Championship.
Joe closes his fist again, hiding the Bronze Star.
Joe Everyman: My brothers and I, when we are together, have long and heated dicussions abour war. Both of them take war very seriously, as do I...both of them have been shot, and both have received the Purple Heart. My oldest brother, Russell, has been awarded the Silver Star for his efforts in Iraq. And I too claim what I do can be like war...but they disagree. But...I do have to agree with them in certain ways. No...my war is not near what theirs is...but in my heart...in my soul, I know it is. What I do is war...I fight long and harsh battles aganist men who are fighting for the same thing...and in this case, it's the nCw's top prize...the World Heavyweight Championship. Trent Helms...Lance Ryan...Spike Kane...and myself...all know this is war. We can feel it...we can feel the heat and anxiousness brought on by war. We all know what is coming...which will be the hardest fight of our lives. Just like Operation Market Garden of World War two...when my grandfather would win his Medal of Honor...where countless Americans would die in the largest aireal offensive of Eastern Europe...as with that, do I feel this match will be.
Joe then stands up and places the Bronze Star back into his pocket.
Joe Everyman: Mainly people disagree that wrestling can be like war...but in our cases, it is exactly like war. We know what we want, and we too know what we must do to win that prize. We know what is ahead of us...and we know we could possibly die doing it. Wrestling is not a cakewalk...we take more physical beatings then almost any other occupations out there...except that of a soldier. We all feel it...everyone I know feels it...my mother...Maria...everyone I know, knows what I must do. I must put myself through hell and back again to even have a shot at the World Heavyweight Championship...and it's something I know I am ready for. As the great John Wayne once said..."Courage is being scared to death...but saddling up anyway." And truth be told...I am scared to death...but I will go in guns ablazing. Do you think the men in the boats and in the planes invading Normandy wanted to be in the direct line of machine gun fire? Hell no...but they did it anyway. They are the most couragous men to ever walk this planet...and it will be the exact same I will do this Sunday.
Joe walks over to a railing going up the side of the stairs. He then leans aganist it, and looks off into the setting sun.
Joe Everyman: Everyone in the entire nCw knows what I am capible of...and yet, they don't give a damn about me. Everyone judges me off of my past experiences...some good, some bad...but I don't care anymore. I know what I have accomplished...I have beaten some great men...including Spike Kane. My war with Spike Kane finally took a turn...and Spike's war machine took a devistating blow...while giving me the confidence I need...and the courage I need. For you see...I have grown up alot since I stepped ground into the nCw. I have had one World Championship match in my past...a singles match versus the last VXW Champion, Doc. This match was purely a set up by MGK to get back at Doc...and to set up their pay per view match together. In all right...I tried my heart out, but did not succeed. And really...this feels like my first championship match. As soon as my name was called to be in the match...I felt overjoyed...as I should have been. I know that I will be going up against the three strongest men in the whole nCw...and all I can say is...bring it on. Courage and confidence are not the same thing...therefore, they can work together...as they are for me. Nothing can hold me back from becoming the man I want to be...the man at the top...the man who...has just won a war. Lance Ryan...Trent Helms...Spike Kane...none of them can stand in my way. Nobody in the whole damn nCw has as big of a heart as I do. Nothing can stop me for claiming my prize in this war......
Sure I am that this day, we are masters of our fate.
That the task which has been set before us is not above our strengths.
That it's pangs and toils are not beyond our endurance.
As long as we have faith in our cause, and an uncouquerable will to win, victory will not be denied us...
I am ready for a war...
Joe's words then fade out as the sun sets behind the horizon. The camera then fades out...into a song.
Joe Everyman: Be ready Lance...I'm coming for you...
The scene then cuts to static.
Some folks are born made to wave the flag,
Ooh, they’re red, white and blue.
And when the band plays hail to the chief,
Ooh, they point the cannon at you, lord,
It aint me, it aint me, I aint no senators son, son.
It aint me, it aint me; I aint no fortunate one, no,
Yeah!
Some folks are born silver spoon in hand,
Lord, dont they help themselves, oh.
But when the taxman comes to the door,
Lord, the house looks like a rummage sale, yes,
It aint me, it aint me, I aint no millionaires son, no.
It aint me, it aint me; I aint no fortunate one, no.
Some folks inherit star spangled eyes,
Ooh, they send you down to war, lord,
And when you ask them, how much should we give?
Ooh, they only answer more! more! more! yoh,
It aint me, it aint me, I aint no military son, son.
It aint me, it aint me; I aint no fortunate one, one.
It aint me, it aint me, I aint no fortunate one, no no no,
It aint me, it aint me, I aint no fortunate son, no no no.
Ooh, they’re red, white and blue.
And when the band plays hail to the chief,
Ooh, they point the cannon at you, lord,
It aint me, it aint me, I aint no senators son, son.
It aint me, it aint me; I aint no fortunate one, no,
Yeah!
Some folks are born silver spoon in hand,
Lord, dont they help themselves, oh.
But when the taxman comes to the door,
Lord, the house looks like a rummage sale, yes,
It aint me, it aint me, I aint no millionaires son, no.
It aint me, it aint me; I aint no fortunate one, no.
Some folks inherit star spangled eyes,
Ooh, they send you down to war, lord,
And when you ask them, how much should we give?
Ooh, they only answer more! more! more! yoh,
It aint me, it aint me, I aint no military son, son.
It aint me, it aint me; I aint no fortunate one, one.
It aint me, it aint me, I aint no fortunate one, no no no,
It aint me, it aint me, I aint no fortunate son, no no no.
Unknown Voice: God bless the USA...
The scene fades in on the busy streets of Washington DC. The camera spins around, and finally locks in on the Lincoln Memorial. People are moving all over it...but one man is standing on the middle of the steps...looking up into the statue of Abraham Lincoln. The camera zooms in on the man...as it is revealed to be Joe Everyman. He is looking into the eyes of the statue...and it looks almost like the statue is looking back at just Joe. Everyman finally breaks his eyes away from the statue and looks up into the clouds...and finally breaks his silence.
Joe Everyman: Four score and seven years ago our fathers brought forth on this continent a new nation, conceived in Liberty, and dedicated to the proposition that all men are created equal.
Now we are engaged in a great civil war, testing whether that nation, or any nation, so conceived and so dedicated, can long endure. We are met on a great battlefield of that war. We have come to dedicate a portion of that field, as a final resting place for those who here gave their lives that that nation might live. It is altogether fitting and proper that we should do this.
But, in a larger sense, we can not dedicate—we can not consecrate—we can not hallow—this ground. The brave men, living and dead, who struggled here, have consecrated it, far above our poor power to add or detract. The world will little note, nor long remember what we say here, but it can never forget what they did here. It is for us the living, rather, to be dedicated here to the unfinished work which they who fought here have thus far so nobly advanced. It is rather for us to be here dedicated to the great task remaining before us—that from these honored dead we take increased devotion to that cause for which they gave the last full measure of devotion—that we here highly resolve that these dead shall not have died in vain—that this nation, under God, shall have a new birth of freedom—and that government of the people, by the people, for the people, shall not perish from the earth.
Joe looks back down at the statue.
Joe Everyman: In this temple...as in the hearts of the people...for whom he saved The Union...the memory of Abraham Lincoln...is enshrined forever.....
Joe finally turns around and sits down on the steps of the Lincoln Memorial. He looks up at the sun, which is near sunset...the shadows are getting long across the grass and waters in front of the Memorial. Joe's eyes still watch the sun, as he begins to speak.
Joe Everyman: Patriotism and War...nowadays, they seem to go hand in hand. If you are against war...you are against your country. If you are against your country, you are of course...against war. I am a man who walks the borderline. For you see...no one really knows much about my family. The only thing people know is what they have learned from the internet or whatever the hell else they use...but now it's a little bit of story time for everyone.
Joe finally averts his eyes from the sun, and looks down into the pavement.
Joe Everyman: My family has been through almost every war I can think of. My great grandfather was in World War one...both of my grandfathers were in World War two...my uncle and father were in the Vietnam war...and both of my brothers are in the Iraqi war as we speak. And before I go any further...yes, Everyman is truly my real name. I know a lot of people think it's a fake name, but it really is my name. Great, great grandfathers of mine, I guess, thought it was funny or lost a bet or something...but after generations, this is my name...and I take pride in it. But, I digress. My brothers are currently in the War in Iraq...Staff Sergeant James Tyler Everyman, and Major Russell William Everyman...both in the army as we speak. They are fighting so we may do what we will. They are fighting so people like me and all of these people here today can do what they were born to do...be free. My long gone family members did the same. They fought so we would not be crushed by the German War Machine...or they fought for our blasted government during the nineteen sixties and seventies. My family is a war family...but not all of them would make it out alive...
Joe looks up into the sky again...almost looking for answers.
Joe Everyman: World War two...the biggest invasion the world has ever seen. Hundreds of thousands of men threw themselves into the machine guns on the beaches of Normandy...thousands of men fell from the sky in the largest air offensive in the history of the United States military...and that was just on our side. Men fought and died for their country...and why? Not because their government told them to...not because their friends told them to...not because their parents wanted them to go...but because they love their country. They know war is hell, but they went in after it with a full heart. Men sacrificed everything they have...they sacrificed everything they have ever worked for...they sacrificed everything in their entire life for a few bleak moments of heroism...and some didn't have the fortitude to survive. Many men would lose their lives in the fight for patriotism...for their country...and for life in general. And for what...for the chance to become a higher rank...so they could have more say...hell, even for medals. For a little peace of medal on a piece of cloth...most people would think nothing of this...but for everyone I know...it means more than anything to them. My father won a Bronze Star in Vietnam...but death overtook him when I was only ten years old. And yet...my grandfather, who won a Medal of Honor in World War two, is still alive.....how can this happen? How can war work like this...
Joe then looks down at the ground again. He then reaches into his pocket and pulls out something...he clinches it tightly in his hand. He then relieves the pressure and opens it up...in sits...a Bronze Star.
Joe Everyman: This is the only remaining thing I have of my father. My mother ridded herself of everything of my father's...she couldn't bare any witness to him after he passed...my brothers and I felt the same way. Just holding this medal is hard enough for me...because I know that war took my father...it took my mom's dad...it took my uncles...it almost took my brothers...and it has taken the lives of millions upon millions upon millions of human lives...and it was all in the name of love. It is hard to understand out war and love can easily go hand in hand...but it so easily does. One does not go to war out of jealous...one does not go to war for spite...they go to war out of love. And I know many with disagree with me...even ones like Hitler went to war out of love. He went to war because he loved to fight...and he loved his country. He was able to win the hearts of millions of Germans to fight alongside him. I know it's hard to believe...but all war is built around love.
Joe closes his hand and holds the Bronze Star close to his chest. He closes his eyes and tilts his head down. He opens his eyes again and stares at his fist...and opens it as well. He then stares down at the medal.
Joe Everyman: Everyone fights out of love...nobody fights because they want to. In no fight has there ever been a prize. In World War two, it was France, Italy, Russia and the rest of Europe...all up for grabs. In the Vietnam War...it was for the country, and to destroy communism. In the Gulf War, it was for Kuwait and the oil fields there. And now...in the Iraqi War, it is to destroy terrorism. People nowadays fight for love...wither it be the love for money...power...people...oil...whatever it may be, war is fought out of love. And the people with the highest fortitude and the highest skill will win out in the end. Everyone fights for love...and will be rewarded at the end. Wither it be for a patch of land...money...possessions...respect...loyalty...anything, a prize will be given to the winner. Every prize comes with blood shed and heartbreak...and at the same time...we still strive onward. No matter what is thrown at us...we will march forward. And no matter how bleak or how unfortunate a situation looks...we fight onward, in hopes of becoming the supreme winner.
Joe pauses and takes a breath and looks at the medal more.
Joe Everyman: And here I sit...on the steps of the Lincoln Memorial...the building and temple of the greatest war President known to man...Abraham Lincoln. He was able to unite an entire country from war...by using war. The North versus the South...one of the biggest battles in America's short exsistance. People were fighting for their country...and yet, at the same time, this war was the one that cost the most American lives...when both sides were fighting for the same...exact...thing. And then the question arrises again...why is there war? Simple...pride...possessions...glory...whatever you want to call it...people fight...for their own believes, for their country...and for the final prize. Love it or hate it...war will always be around. No matter how hard people try to prevent it...war will be around. Wither it be little war...large wars...or world wars...all wars will be fought...and all wars must end. Most wars end in the most unpleasent ways...that too, is something you cannot change. As too...will be this Sunday at Last Stand...it will be the Last Stand for three men...as someone will climb up and claim that top prize...the nCw World Heavyweight Championship.
Joe closes his fist again, hiding the Bronze Star.
Joe Everyman: My brothers and I, when we are together, have long and heated dicussions abour war. Both of them take war very seriously, as do I...both of them have been shot, and both have received the Purple Heart. My oldest brother, Russell, has been awarded the Silver Star for his efforts in Iraq. And I too claim what I do can be like war...but they disagree. But...I do have to agree with them in certain ways. No...my war is not near what theirs is...but in my heart...in my soul, I know it is. What I do is war...I fight long and harsh battles aganist men who are fighting for the same thing...and in this case, it's the nCw's top prize...the World Heavyweight Championship. Trent Helms...Lance Ryan...Spike Kane...and myself...all know this is war. We can feel it...we can feel the heat and anxiousness brought on by war. We all know what is coming...which will be the hardest fight of our lives. Just like Operation Market Garden of World War two...when my grandfather would win his Medal of Honor...where countless Americans would die in the largest aireal offensive of Eastern Europe...as with that, do I feel this match will be.
Joe then stands up and places the Bronze Star back into his pocket.
Joe Everyman: Mainly people disagree that wrestling can be like war...but in our cases, it is exactly like war. We know what we want, and we too know what we must do to win that prize. We know what is ahead of us...and we know we could possibly die doing it. Wrestling is not a cakewalk...we take more physical beatings then almost any other occupations out there...except that of a soldier. We all feel it...everyone I know feels it...my mother...Maria...everyone I know, knows what I must do. I must put myself through hell and back again to even have a shot at the World Heavyweight Championship...and it's something I know I am ready for. As the great John Wayne once said..."Courage is being scared to death...but saddling up anyway." And truth be told...I am scared to death...but I will go in guns ablazing. Do you think the men in the boats and in the planes invading Normandy wanted to be in the direct line of machine gun fire? Hell no...but they did it anyway. They are the most couragous men to ever walk this planet...and it will be the exact same I will do this Sunday.
Joe walks over to a railing going up the side of the stairs. He then leans aganist it, and looks off into the setting sun.
Joe Everyman: Everyone in the entire nCw knows what I am capible of...and yet, they don't give a damn about me. Everyone judges me off of my past experiences...some good, some bad...but I don't care anymore. I know what I have accomplished...I have beaten some great men...including Spike Kane. My war with Spike Kane finally took a turn...and Spike's war machine took a devistating blow...while giving me the confidence I need...and the courage I need. For you see...I have grown up alot since I stepped ground into the nCw. I have had one World Championship match in my past...a singles match versus the last VXW Champion, Doc. This match was purely a set up by MGK to get back at Doc...and to set up their pay per view match together. In all right...I tried my heart out, but did not succeed. And really...this feels like my first championship match. As soon as my name was called to be in the match...I felt overjoyed...as I should have been. I know that I will be going up against the three strongest men in the whole nCw...and all I can say is...bring it on. Courage and confidence are not the same thing...therefore, they can work together...as they are for me. Nothing can hold me back from becoming the man I want to be...the man at the top...the man who...has just won a war. Lance Ryan...Trent Helms...Spike Kane...none of them can stand in my way. Nobody in the whole damn nCw has as big of a heart as I do. Nothing can stop me for claiming my prize in this war......
Sure I am that this day, we are masters of our fate.
That the task which has been set before us is not above our strengths.
That it's pangs and toils are not beyond our endurance.
As long as we have faith in our cause, and an uncouquerable will to win, victory will not be denied us...
I am ready for a war...
Joe's words then fade out as the sun sets behind the horizon. The camera then fades out...into a song.
I used to rule the world
Seas would rise when I gave the word
Now in the morning I sweep alone
Sweep the streets I used to own
I used to roll the dice
Feel the fear in my enemy's eyes
Listen as the crowd would sing:
"Now the old king is dead! Long live the king!"
One minute I held the key
Next the walls were closed on me
And I discovered that my castles stand
Upon pillars of salt, pillars of sand
I hear Jerusalem bells are ringing
Roman Cavalry choirs are singing
Be my mirror my sword and shield
My missionaries in a foreign field
For some reason I can not explain
Once you go there was never, never an honest word
That was when I ruled the world
It was the wicked and wild wind
Blew down the doors to let me in.
Shattered windows and the sound of drums
People could not believe what I'd become
Revolutionaries Wait
For my head on a silver plate
Just a puppet on a lonely string
Oh who would ever want to be king?
I hear Jerusalem bells are ringing
Roman Cavalry choirs are singing
Be my mirror my sword and shield
My missionaries in a foreign field
For some reason I can not explain
I know Saint Peter will call my name
Never an honest word
But that was when I ruled the world
Hear Jerusalem bells are ringing
Roman Cavalry choirs are singing
Be my mirror my sword and shield
My missionaries in a foreign field
For some reason I can't explain
I know Saint Peter will call my name
Never an honest word
But that was when I ruled the world
Seas would rise when I gave the word
Now in the morning I sweep alone
Sweep the streets I used to own
I used to roll the dice
Feel the fear in my enemy's eyes
Listen as the crowd would sing:
"Now the old king is dead! Long live the king!"
One minute I held the key
Next the walls were closed on me
And I discovered that my castles stand
Upon pillars of salt, pillars of sand
I hear Jerusalem bells are ringing
Roman Cavalry choirs are singing
Be my mirror my sword and shield
My missionaries in a foreign field
For some reason I can not explain
Once you go there was never, never an honest word
That was when I ruled the world
It was the wicked and wild wind
Blew down the doors to let me in.
Shattered windows and the sound of drums
People could not believe what I'd become
Revolutionaries Wait
For my head on a silver plate
Just a puppet on a lonely string
Oh who would ever want to be king?
I hear Jerusalem bells are ringing
Roman Cavalry choirs are singing
Be my mirror my sword and shield
My missionaries in a foreign field
For some reason I can not explain
I know Saint Peter will call my name
Never an honest word
But that was when I ruled the world
Hear Jerusalem bells are ringing
Roman Cavalry choirs are singing
Be my mirror my sword and shield
My missionaries in a foreign field
For some reason I can't explain
I know Saint Peter will call my name
Never an honest word
But that was when I ruled the world
Joe Everyman: Be ready Lance...I'm coming for you...
The scene then cuts to static.