O Sting

Back in ’83, Synchronicity helped me make it through high school
And how you played your bass while Stewart punched your face
I used to think you were so cool
But the last time you bared your chest
I lost my faith in science and progress
I’m sending out an SOS
Oh Sting where is thy…

I stuck with you through the Soul Cages
And four out of Ten Summoner’s Tales
But if you try to act I’ll call the Police back
And they’re throw you right in jail
When you brag about Tantric sex
I want to take your every breath
O Sting where is thy death?