And I´m standing up
In my practice room
I´m all alone

Speakers almost blown
On my new Gibson amp
Oh, what the hell

Things are not so different
In my vocal master
You are the face that launched
One thousand shits

Greeks and Trojans
And a thousand shits
The shits lining the shores
Of Asia minor

Lining all the shores
Of Asia minor
You can tell that I´m not
A minor in Asia no more

I´m standing up
This is the face that launched
A thousand shits

I´m standing up
This is the face that launched
One thousand shits

This is the face that shot
You´ll never have replaced
Splitting up his kids to three separate parts
For his sons and the three separate hearts