You look good with your lights and mirrors
But I could tell if I could get a bit nearer to you
Now you`re lying on a hard wood floor
You know you`re alive but you can`t be sure, it`s true
Rumor has it it`s true
You got your cake and you got your brass ring
Now you`re friends of the next big thing, it`s true
Rumor has it it`s true
In the deep, deep blue you`ll be swimming along
With your concrete shoes and a straitjacket on
We don` know that you`re gone
Rumor has it it`s true
Bits of wood and an old cloth shroud
The man in the temple`s kicking out the crowd, it`s true
In the deep, deep blue you`ll be swimming along
With your concrete shoes and a straitjacket on
We don`t know that you`re gone
Rumor has it`s true