We are friends, are we not? And our interests are the same.
We collaborate... ...and trust in fate
to 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... Testify and trial 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. (Chuckles) So we all are agreed,
let’s be vigilant and wise. We must all pretend our naïve 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...
... and 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...
...to live and fight another day for love and glory
He was standing in our way, of precious justice set on sail
So goes the story! Stick to the story!
Here ends the story!