שִׁמְשׁוֹן

They tied Samson down and stripped him bare
Drugged him asleep and cut his hair
Woke up tied to a marble chair
But he couldn't bring the columns down

Samson was a soldier of the royal crown
Fighting for the glory of the English pound
You were of the sun but they let you down
Holding the bone with a secret might

You loved her all throughout the night
Trusted her with that burning secret plight
The lion roars in the morning light
My downfall lies in the untamed wild

Beneath the eyes he took them down
judgment from the hands of the mighty
Shorn of the oath, the seven locks
Samson laid down his head