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

Speakers on the spoon
And my new Gibson and
Oh, what the hell

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

Quakes and Trojans
And a thousand shits 
The shits eying 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 ships 

I'm standing up 
This is the face that launched
One thousand ships 

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