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