Right here,
on the stage,
right in front of the public.
As they chant, as they cheer.

For the mugging of your blood.

As Al kisses Ark: do not shine those lights on me.

"Can you hear the audience appluad?" I'm not going out there!

And as for Ark says to the vulnerable Al, "My love to you is true." Do not shine your lights on me.

And before the curtains close, where do I go for now I seek shelter?

God only knows, I told you not to shine those lights me.