A Story Told

We are friends, are we not?

And our interests are the same

We collaborate

And trust in fate

Parcel out the blame

There are ends we’ve all got that can justify the means

We negotiate

Then fabricate the facts behind the scenes

Keeping all the details vague and secrets hidden

Safe from the balanced sheet of those you trust

Because history is a story told by the winners of the fight

You imply a little

Lie a little

Testifying

Try a little

Sailor

Who’s gonna question what goes on in the middle of the night?

Not a tinker

Not a tailor

Not his father or Mercedes

Or a jailer

So we all are agreed

Let’s be vigilant and wise

We must all pretend our naive friend was caught in his own lies

For our plan to succeed

we must share but one belief

Edmond Dantes stays and ends his days inside the Chateau d’If

Where the softest things he’ll touch are stones and darkness

Deep in a craggy isle and dungeon’s keep

Because history’s a story told by the men who make the laws

We supply a little lie

To help the gullible to buy a little fable

What will become of the righteous men who fashioned Dantes’ flaws?

The rich

And well respected

Are no more to be rejected at our table

I’ll be a comfort in her time of grief and anguish

I’ll be Mercedes’ ever faithful acolyte

Every night

And part of me wishes Dantes didn’t have to languish

But I can see it’s him or me

Let him sit there and rot until he’s forgot

Let him rot!

History’s a story told by the people who survive

Let me sign and then initial

It’s the truth if it’s officially the story

What if the cost is one young man so three more men can survive?

He’s a price we have to pay

So live and fight another day for love and glory

He was standing in the way

A threat to justice in Marseille

So goes the story!

Stick to the story!

Here ends the story!