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
Save from the balance 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
Try a little
Sailor!
Who's gonna question what goes on
in the middle of the night?
Not a Tinker
Not a Taylor
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 is 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
A 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 'till he's forgot
Let him rot!
History is 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 the way
A threat to justice in Marseille
So goes the story!
Stick to the story!
Here ends the story!