"All the King's Men" as written by and Thomas William Cochrane....
With marbled eyes,
A heart of stone...
Colossus thighs,
Gorilla bones...

We can rebuild you
As our wounded [?]

In our trembling hands,
We read your fate...
So...be a man.
Lie there on the table.

The world is yours, son.
Take a stroll...
No conscience bared,
No troubled soul!
No fingers tap without control!


The new man!
Set us free, new man!

This rich and varied tapestry
On your fingers...

No sleep awaits
The [?] man

[?] the dreams...

So go out there!
Pluck from the garden!


Our man!

Our superman!

Our superman! Show us the way, Superman!

Lyrics submitted by Mellow_Harsher

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