George Michael

Up in the light
 Holding the knife
 So quickly
 Out of the morn
 fighting for sun
 So quickly
 Dead in the night
 In the dead of night
 Biding you time away
 In the light of the glow
 All alone, All alone
 It's a box so cold
 The box don't know
 You've balked at signs
 And chalked the lines
 And sold for fineness
 Sold you kindness
 for hounds
 Dig the holes
 In your hands
 Wedded to lies
 Of the favorite Child
 In a manner to shun Your cot away
 Now the bed of the swine
 Has the room for all mine
 In the city That drowns the life away
 Me in the middle
 Harbored from the dogs
 on a random hideaway
 In the madness of rome
 With the body to show
 It's the box So cold
 The box still knows
 You've been up at times
 You've been hiding times
 I've been short at times
 I've been shown your times
 When you come
 and your body's
 Away
 Your holding
 Your times
 On the tame
 And You Can't
 Understand
 What we say
 Wedded to lies
 Of the favorite Child
 In a manner to shun your cot away
 Now teh bed of the swine
 Has the room for all mine
 In the city that drowns the life away
 In the shadow of sores
 We will march with the bores
 To the drainage that marks the tidalwave