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Procol Harum
THE IDOL
Brooker-Reid
Oh the idol, oh the idol
Oh the idol, oh the idol.
They knew the monster's every trick
They knew his secrets, every stitch
All of it has been a game
Nothing but a charlatan.
Perhaps there was a chance of coming through
It even seemed that he might think it too
But he could see no point in diving in
But he knew that he would neither sink nor swim.
So they found he'd nothing left to say
Just another idol turned to clay
Just another idol turned to clay.
Oh the idol, oh the idol
Oh the idol, oh the idol.
It seemed to them he must know what to do
They knew that only he could pull them through
They thought that he would make a plan
He'd work it out, he'd understand.
Like drowning men, they clutched at every straw
They knew that he had saved them all before
But he could see no point in diving in
But he knew that he would neither sink nor swim.
So they found he'd nothing left to say
Just another idol turned to clay
Just another idol turned to clay.
Oh the idol, oh the idol
Oh the idol, oh the idol.
Oh the idol, just another idol turned to clay
Oh the idol, just another idol turned to clay
Oh the idol, just another idol turned to clay
Oh the idol, just another idol turned to clay.
Another idol turned to clay.
Procol Harum
THE IDOL
Brooker-Reid
Oh the idol, oh the idol
Oh the idol, oh the idol.
They knew the monster's every trick
They knew his secrets, every stitch
All of it has been a game
Nothing but a charlatan.
Perhaps there was a chance of coming through
It even seemed that he might think it too
But he could see no point in diving in
But he knew that he would neither sink nor swim.
So they found he'd nothing left to say
Just another idol turned to clay
Just another idol turned to clay.
Oh the idol, oh the idol
Oh the idol, oh the idol.
It seemed to them he must know what to do
They knew that only he could pull them through
They thought that he would make a plan
He'd work it out, he'd understand.
Like drowning men, they clutched at every straw
They knew that he had saved them all before
But he could see no point in diving in
But he knew that he would neither sink nor swim.
So they found he'd nothing left to say
Just another idol turned to clay
Just another idol turned to clay.
Oh the idol, oh the idol
Oh the idol, oh the idol.
Oh the idol, just another idol turned to clay
Oh the idol, just another idol turned to clay
Oh the idol, just another idol turned to clay
Oh the idol, just another idol turned to clay.
Another idol turned to clay.