Skyclad Deja-Vu Ain't What It Used To Lyrics
            Have you heard the one 'bout when a most unlucky fella,
            Went visiting a fair-ground for to see a fortune-teller?
        
            She said;
            "Of all the palms I've read - yours is by far the worst.
            I'm duty-bound to tell you,
            you've been well-and-truly cursed."
        
            Ill-fated was my selfless quest.
            Blind-faith a grave mistake.
            I'd strived to do my very best,
            to serve a dream quite fake.
        
            Just one more hapless sacrifice,
            spilt tears in full-flood.
            Ingenuous I've paid their price.
            Not all vampires suck blood!
        
            [Chorus:]
            Gazed into a crystal-ball and watched its surface crack.
            When I cut the Tarot deck; Death lay there grinning back.
            I've been here many times before; again the joke's on me.
            I know the score, but Deja-Vu ain't what it used to be.
        
            *O well for him that lives at ease
            With garnered gold in wide domain,
            Nor heeds the splashing of the rain,
            The crashing down of forest trees.
        
            *O well for him who ne'er hath known
            The travail of the hungry years,
            A father grey with grief and tears,
            A mother weeping all alone.
        
            To tread an unshared path alone,
            was my lot from the start.
            So seldom fleeting solace known,
            by this rent, careworn heart.
        
            Watch the stand-up tragedy;
            famous for fifteen minutes.
            I glimpsed my future and decree,
            saw dearth of purpose in it.
        
            [Chorus:]
            Gazed into a crystal-ball and watched its surface crack.
            When I cut the Tarot deck; Death lay there grinning back.
            I've been here many times before; again the joke's on me.
            I know the score, but Deja-Vu ain't what it used to be.
        
            *But well for him whose foot hath trod
            The weary road of toil and strife,
            Yet from the sorrows of his life
            Builds ladders to be nearer God.
        
            [* - Taken from the verse "Cry woe, woe and let the good prevail." By Oscar Wilde]
        
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