The Greeks

You only get what you give away
You’ll only get it if you give it away
So throw away your hate

The Greeks have got him
With their tales of lust and myths of grief
Lights from the big wheel
Casts shadows that dance around the fair
Time for consulting, whilst carouselling
The quiet before the storm
Now he's in trouble, we've all had trouble
But learned to keep it shut

You only get what you give away
You'll only get it if you give it away
You only get what you give away
So throw your hate away

The Greeks have got him
And now he's solemn and beat up pretty bad
Just like his brother
He will wear leather to thicken up his skin
He can't see colours or hear like others
And has fallen into sin
Now it's all laughed at, the stage is past that
And filled with you and me

You only get what you give away
You'll only get it if you give it away
You only get what you give away
So throw your hate away