Empire City

Somewhere in the front of the footlights
 I'm looking for a good place to sit
 All my lines get so complicated
 That I take a fall into the orchestra pit
 Samson suffered the same fate
 Powerless and losing his haird
 Somewhere in the wings there's a sensible whisper:
 When the hero dies, does the audience care?
 All the sneaky things we could do in the dark
 And with every chance, I'd end up missing my mark
 In the city of night, out in the city of snow
 We kept playing the part where she's letting me go
 She always reminds me:
 We're playing the part where she's letting me go
 Somewhere in the Empire City
 Someone takes a curtain call
 I'm so broke at the end of the evening
 That you'll find me hopeless in the back of the hall
 Brutus suffered the same fate
 They left him all alone with his shame
 Somewhere in the wings there's a sensible whisper:
 When you wield the knife, learn to carry the blame