Meet the new Mozart,
he's in the bed where commerce
sleeps with art;
who can blame him?
No pauper's grave this time round
will claim him.

Only days before he died
the Salzburg wonder, prophesied;
'I know one day I will see
a less heartbreaking century.'

'I'll form a band, and play some dates,
reject the music God dictates.
All I write may not last,
hell it may be manure,
but I'll endure,
not burn out fast.'

Meet the new Mozart,
the comeback of the Salzburg wizard.
Meet the new Mozart,
he's in the bed where commerce
sleeps with art;
who can blame him?
No pauper's grave this time round
will claim him.

So much for the divine spark,
it flared then left me in the dark.
Next time I won't be so pure
dreaming big, dying poor.

Next time round, not so bright,
I'll swap a molten core, a starburst for,
candlelight.

Meet the new Mozart,
the comeback of the Salzburg wizard.
Meet the new Mozart,
he's in the bed where commerce
sleeps with art;
who can blame him?
No pauper's grave this time round
will claim him.

Meet the new Mozart,
who can blame him?
No pauper's grave this time round
will claim him.