In the gold divinity I'm in distinguished company It knows not sensuality Nor a longing to be free When I plead insanity I'm in distinguished company And we'll sit and we'll wait For a fool's eternity When the faces turn to leave Is it a grim reality? Do they grovel at the knees When their aims They fail to please? When you topple from the tree Is it a grim reality? Is there something plain to see On the branches in between? 'cause when You're giving up the ghost It won't dispel you It will run it's awful Fingers through your hair Any fencing post Or talk show host Could tell you A ghost can't take control With no one there In the pit of penalty I'm in distinguished company With the fruits of chastity As far as failing eyes can see At the mercy of the sea I'm in distinguished company And we'll sit and we'll wait For a fool's eternity Another crowding at the door Another setback Tell me, what do you think The neighbours have to say? They have respect in all the ways That don't come lightly And the cretins stay out of Their alleyways In the sixteenth century I'm in distinguished company In a coat of pleasantries Exactly how it's supposed to be When it descends to savagery I'm in distinguished company And we'll sit and we'll wait For a fool's eternity Are we in distinguished company?