Текст песни Crucification Lane (live in the USA, April 1969) - Procol Harum

(Trower / reid)
You′d better listen anybody, 'cos I′m gonna make it clear
That my life is unimportant; what I've done I did through fear
There's a river running through me: on it′s tide I tried to hide
Nonetheless I could not shake it, and in the end it swept aside
All my feeble unimportance. I can′t say it, never mind
Can't you hear me mother calling you? I′m cold, I'm deaf, I′m blind
And if only 'cos you′re lucky, we both know that's no find
I did think I'd be an actor. what I am I′ll leave behind
You′d better listen anybody, 'cos it′s me and you --that's it
And in case you find your maker perhaps you′ll plead for us a bit
All my sick is in my stomach, all my sweat is clearly fear
And if you could see inside me I don't think you′d have me here
Tell the helmsman veer to starboard, bring this ship around to port
And if the sea was not so salty I could sink instead of walk
And in case of passing strangers who are standing where I fell
Tell the truth: you never knew me, and in truth it's just as well