Since I've talked about the opener of the show a lot, you might want to know what we're saying:
There's a face that we wear in the cold light of day
It's society's mask, it's society's way
And the truth is
That it's all a facade.
There's a face that we hide till the night time appears,
And what's hiding inside behind all of our fears
Is our true self
Locked inside the facade!
People in their own sweet way
Like to add a coat of paint
And be what they ain't!
That's how their little game is played
Livin' out a masquerade
Actin' a bizarre charade
While playing the saint!
But there's one thing I know and I know it for sure
This disease that we've got has got no ready cure.
And I'm certain life is terribly hard
When your life's a facade!
Look around you I have found you cannot tell by looking at the surface what is lurking there beneath it!
See that face, now I'm prepared to bet you what you see's not what you get 'cause man's a master of deceit!
So what is the sinister secret?
The lie we will tell you is true!
It's that each man you meet on the street isn't one man but two!
Nearly ev'ryone you meet when walkin' down a London street pretends to be a pillar of society!
A model of propriety, sobriety and piety
Who shudders at the thought of notoriety!
The ladies and gents here before you
Which none of us ever admits
May have saintly looks
But we're sinners and crooks
There are preachers who kill
There are killers who preach
There are teachers who lie
There are liars who teach
Take your pick, dear
'Cause it's all a facade.
You must seem to be rich and have money to burn
Even though it's a bitch spending more than you earn
That's the game here
And the name is facade!
One or two
Might look kinda well to do
They're as bad as me and you
Right down to their boots.
I'm inclined to think half mankind
Thinks the other half is blind.
Would'n't be surprised to find
They're all in cahoots!
And the end of the day
We don't mean what we say
We don't say what we mean
We don't ever come clean.
And the answer is it's all a facade...
Man is not one but two, he is evil and good
And he walks the fine line we'd all cross if we could.
It's a nightmare
We can never discard.
So we stay on our guard.
Though we love the facade.
What's behind the facade?
Look behind...the facade!
(My friend Jay, as the orderly, has that last line as a solo. It rocks.)
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