He came from a long line
Of farmers' sons, living on livestock, bread, and wine
As much as he tried to be an honest man
You know the city takes what we give
And even what we can't

They all thought he was a harmless country child
Taken by his charm and his sweet, seductive smile
But they don't know they all share a place in his plans
For the country boy has become
A city man

And they all fall down at his feet

But even the world's best jugglers sometimes drop the ball
And in the blink of an eye
Down, down they fall
When you place all your hope in the labyrinth of your lies
You better hope you can remember the where, the what,
The who, the when, and why

'Cause they'll all fall down at your feet