Means to an end

Seen to pretend

This sacrifice

In her eyes

Agamemnon Agamemnon Agamemnon Agamemnon

Agamemnon Agamemnon Agamemnon Agamemnon

I can't see for flies these days

Cloudy storms of guilty ways

And all of you will one day pay

For my sins

Prowling round in the dead of night

Pallid lips by candlelight

The only way to get things right

Lies with him

Agamemnon Agamemnon Agamemnon Agamemnon

Agamemnon Agamemnon Agamemnon Agamemnon

And on and on and on and on

And on and on and on and on, and on