If all the world's a stage I made my entrance long ago Into the middle class, downtrodden caste That I have called my home. Reared to love convention And to hate all that is free I have traded self-reliance And embraced conformity I sought six figure jobs And I wed the richest wife For without dollars, there's no sense In living out this life I hid well these bloodstained hands Bitter as an unshed tear And I have built myself a tower Of ambition through the years But Babel and my fortunes fell One dark and dreary day So I sought to sneak through heaven's gates Stolen wings and evil ways Now I black out this brief candle My monologue is done The curtain call, the exit The breath of God is gone.