procol harum
idol
Oh the idol, Oh the idol   They knew the monster's every trick  They knew his secrets every stitch  All of it had 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  He knew that he would neither sink nor swim   And so they found he'd nothing left to say  Just another idol turned to clay   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  He knew that he would neither sink nor swim