Lyrics Procol Harum

Procol Harum

New Lamps For Old

The end of the evening, unable to cope

Unique entertainment no longer a joke

The close of the picture, the end of the show

Merciless torment, torturous blow

New lamps for old

Bright shiny gold

Innocent youth

Falsehood for truth

The eye of the needle, the loss of the thread

Triumphant victor, glorious dead

The cause becomes duty; duty's the blow

Which kills the picture: death of the show