I’m locked away, so far away, on an island Away from the others, alone by the sea I watch all the steam ships, along on the horizon With no one to talk to, not anybody Guiding ships to land, he’s the lonesome lighthouse man On rainy days I take a stroll by the sand dunes My swollen eyes, shining bright, shed a tear The sun sets, making way for the full moon The sky above has never seemed so clear Guiding ships to land, he’s the lonesome lighthouse man

Land ahoy! Slow and steady boys, we’re almost home! Wa-hey! Wait a minute, something’s not right. Captain, that doesn’t seem bright enough to be a lighthouse. Could it be that--- SMASH!!! Curse you lighthouse man, curse you lighthouse man! Lighthouse maaaaaaaan! Lighthouse maaaaaaaaaaan! These men it seemed were drowned beneath the waves The townsfolk now will blame me for these graves I'll clear my name and live beyond this night The fisherman shall help me set this right

We’ll soon reach the shore, Where they’ll settle the score. They’ll all hate your guts, Set off their filthy mutts Who’ll sink their teeth into ya, And get you put away Till the end of your days, Till the end of your days! Me, I just keep rowing, I don’t judge thee who sin, Just an ‘umble old fisherman, Who turns his blind eye on Crime and foul deeds, And helps anyone in need I got young mouths to feed, I got young mouths to feed! See those lights off in the distance, They’re not fond of your existence Better watch your back, Or they’ll put a knife in it, Now you hear the mob a-howling, and their ghastly dogs a-growling, I’m your only friend in this town, Best of luck to you old man, Best of luck to you old man!

Crimson tide, crimson tide Tears are cried, tears are cried Bodies all still, bodies all still All were killed, all were killed All his plan (no) All his plan (No.) The lighthouse man, (NO) The lighthouse man! (NOOOOOO) Good people of the town, This tale is not true, A plan is afoot to frame me for this crime, I didn't kill the captain or the crew, Onward to The Red Herring to gather some more clues

Ladies and fishermen, A warm welcome to you all The drinks are on the house till ten Am I mad or just a fool? The red herring! The red herring! The red herring! The red herring! The Red Herring’s the place to be We’ve got everything... and more We’ll treat you all equally, Be you rich or be you poor The red herring! The red herring! The red herring! The red herring! Lighthouse man, what’s your game? I can’t deal with your kind here Go back to whence you came We’ll put an end to your career The red herring! The red herring! The red herring! The red herring! Now who’s this barging in What’s beneath his mask? Oh dear lord he’s gonna sing, I wish I hadn’t asked.

Greetings one and all, It’s a pleasure, I am sure, I stand before you proud and tall With a message from the cobbler! “You can barricade your doors Throw the locks and throw the key Run and hide across the moors But you can’t escape from me For the cobbler’s watching you From up high and down below With a merciless accomplice (Who?) My faithful Sicariooooo” Yes 'tis I, the Sicario, So wicked and so blessed See the faces full of woe, All shocked and so distressed The cobbler wants his tax So you better not forget I'll drain the blood from all you hags Just to settle all your debts Farewell from the Sicario It really was a treat I'll see you in the morning When I'm stealing off your feet!

Whooooo is the cobbler? I’ve gotta find him Sicario, I’ll follow ya Whooooo else is in? Not me! Or me! With-out a fee? You must be cra-zy! Well, sod all of you folk You’re giving me a good grilling But I just know this cobbler bloke Is the source of all the killing Li-ar! Lock him up! He’s getting a-way! Mur-der-er! The hitman, I’ll run after I’ll clear my good name I hear his sick laughter He’s really to blame What’s this? A dead end? He must be hid-ing round this bend! This dead end is deserted That cottage stands detached That key’s been inserted I guess I’ll make my catch Lighthouse man! You’ve met your match! Here we come! We're ready to attack

Stop right there, you are breaking and entering I’ve caught the filthy crook as he tries re-offending This is the final straw, your life in this town is finished I’ll see that you are hung for I’m the judge in this village Blood on your hands, blood on your hands A dirty little thief (THIEF!) with blood on your hands Blood on your hands, blood on your hands No longer will we let you plague these lands I’ll see you in court when the clock strikes eleven You better pray to someone (if they’ll listen) in heaven You won’t spend your days rotting away in prison But it will never work, it won’t change my decision Blood on your hands, blood on your hands A dirty little thief (THIEF!) with blood on his hands Blood on your hands, blood on your hands No longer will we let you plague these lands (Melodica solo) What business do you have here anyway? Come to kill me like those men on the waves? Well their blood wasn’t spilled in vain, I won’t rest till you’re covered in chains You’ve got blood on your hands, blood on your hands A dirty little thief (THIEF!) with blood on his hands Blood on your hands, blood on your hands No longer will we let you plague these lands

Hear ye, hear ye, be ye a-gathered for the trial of the lighthouse man! This court is now in session, everybody stand Feast your eyes on the accused, the lighthouse man You may now be seated, we are ready to commence With the trial of this man’s unproven offence Lighthouse man, you have no case You’re a cold-blooded slayer, a damn right disgrace You watched the sailors drown one by one You’ve lost this case already, now there’s nowhere left to run But we all know the truth! We all know the truth! We don’t need no proof, We don’t need no proof! He’s a men-ace (He’s a fraud!) He’s a mon-ster (I’m appalled!) He’s a danger to our town, he’s a mur-der-er! He’s a liar! (He’s a clown!) He’s a loser! (Kill him now!) We must vote to bring him down to protect ourselves…from him! Your honour I object, this is biased and unfair I assure you that my client had no role in this affair He has reasons to believe the sicario And his cobbler associate are causing all this woe I think I've heard enough, this case is clear as day The motive, method, and the man, the cause of this foul play Innocent or guilty? Well the jury must decide Talk it over while the hangman sets the gallows up outside But we all know the truth! We all know the truth! We don’t need no proof, We don’t need no proof! He’s a men-ace (He’s a bum!) He’s a mon-ster (He’s total scum!) He’s a danger to our town, he’s a mur-der-er! He’s a liar! (This is done!) He’s a loser! (He’ll be hung!) We must vote to bring him down to protect ourselves…from him! Have the jury reached a verdict? We find the defendant… guilty. *Lighthouse Man's defiant screams fade out until locked away*

On this twilight hour, death is on my doorstep I’m locked here on my lonesome, I’m starting to accept The fact this is the last night I’ll spend within this town I’m going to the place, where angels look on down Oh, I’m on death row. I’m at the end of my rope. No one believes me. Oh no, will they ever see? This time tomorrow, I will bid this world adieu They’ll hang me by the gallows for a crime I didn’t do And when the cobbler’s sicario continues with his plans The town will rue the day they blamed the lighthouse man Oh I’m on death row. I’m at the end of my rope. No one believes me. Oh no, will they ever see?

For years have I this dungeon made my lair, Ignored by all and smothered in fowl air Methinks I see a wretch in need of aid I'll show him how the perfect note is played Now listen here, good lighthouse man, don’t hang your head in shame, I’ve heard about your charges and I know you’re not to blame I am a simple banjo man but wisdom I have gained And I know a trick that you can use to get yourself unchained It’s perfect! It’s perfect! It’s perfect! It’s perfect! D’you remember back in school, you learned your A-B-C Then 1, 2, 3 and do-re-mi, so, fa and la and ti Well there’s one thing they didn’t teach that can’t be learnt by rote So follow my lead, I’ll bring you up to speed, on the fabled perfect note It’s perfect! It’s perfect! It’s perfect! It’s perfect! Back in the day mankind was young, he hit upon the wheel And then we built the pyramids, but yes there’s something still A wonder to surpass the rest and change the human race The perfect note will save you from whatever scrape you face It’s perfect! It’s perfect! It’s perfect! It’s perfect! Now watch me boy, I’ll strum a chord on my makeshift glockenspiel Your chains are gone! The door’s ajar. I’ve put an end to your ordeal Don’t thank me boy, it was a breeze, but now I have to go Away I’ll fly, bebabeBABEBAEBABABAAAA! [Exit Banjo Man]

After escaping from prison, The man of the lighthouse is hiding, Confiding in the only friend he has. Creeping through the passages and alleys, He makes his way through the murky night, Out of sight, out of mind, from the town. The fisherman is waiting at the docks, His good eye peering through his scope, And he hoped what he’d seen was not a fact. “Sicario is up there with his easel, He’s cut off all the power and the lights are useless, He’s ruthless, no mariner is safe.”

Well this is the end, My fairweather friend, You’ve come a long way, Many rivals you’ve made, Now a convict on the run, Ye can’t be trusting anyone, They’re after yer blood, They’re after yer blood! Big storm’s brewing, it’s started raining, Ye pay me well so i’m not complaining, Use my boat to get t’ island, But i’ll be waiting on the dry land Take this scope and you’ll see him up there, But where’s the man who wears the footwear? We will never know, We will never know! Sicario’s atop the beacon, Make no noise so you can sneak-in Lighthouse man, good luck you’ll need it, You’ve come this far for you to quit this, Stop this madness once and for all, Best be quick, do not stall, I’ll be waiting here for yer, I’ll be waiting here for yer! Thank you my friend [Exit Lighthouse Man] There goes a good man...a good Lighthouse Man...god speed y-- [Fisherman dies]

My fearsome master is the lord of shoes And I his humble servant pay my dues. If he a shoe tax law puts upon the town, Then I collect that tax without a frown. And though my master's coffers grow with gold, I still, at night, awake in sweats of cold. For all my riches I have one complaint, I can't fulfil my cruel desire to paint! And though I know the Bible says within That he who paints or draws commits a sin, My wicked dreams do still engulf my heart My only goal in life is to paint art. But no mere man desires th'eternal life That I with paint and pallet can provide I only paint ships trapp'd by water and fire, And make them timeless as their crews expire I built a sly contraption to deceive By misdirected light those on the seas. Thus find I perfect muses for my brush And works so fine they've caught the eyes of... the judge. But now my meddling foe his death hath met Tonight I'll craft my deadliest tableau yet!

Part I: The Calm Before the Storm The sky burst open and unleashed a rainstorm, Like no other Lighthouse Man had seen, Standing ready to being his art form, Sicario let out a menacing scream. In the distance was a fleet of vessels, Heading straight towards the island’s rocks, He pondered over his collection of pastels, And then considered using coloured chalk. The good man stumbled up towards the tower, Tried the door but it was locked from inside, He made an effort to restore the power, But the generator-cables-were-fried. He started climbing the soaking walls, Gripping on to parts of missing brick, It was almost impossible, For the old man to retain his grip. ---------- Part II: Atop the Tower He climbed the length of the building, Where he saw his enemy gilding the-canvas-frame, And hadn’t seen him approaching, Until the Lighthouse Man started choking, On the toxic fumes. You’ll never save those sailors, You’re on the run from all the jailers who are on their way, To this location, you’re simply an abomination to everybody now. He drew out his deadly cutlass, Which was partly coated in gold dust, then-the-scoundrel Waved it in his direction with the Cold blooded intention to make-the-keeper-pay. He dodged the blow by a fraction, Which was the perfect distraction as-the-villain Lost his balance completely and-the-Lighthouse-Man Could act discreetly to-find-himself-a-sword. Sicario picked himself up, Waved his blade around and then struck his-adversary, But in the struggle their swords clashed and the Storm that was reaching its climax was deafening-and-cold. The ships are approaching at speed, My Masterpiece will surely exceed all-my-other-works And you will never stop me, Lighthouse Man I’ll make sure that your body is-buried-in-the-ground! In the Ground! In the Ground! NAAA NA AAAAAH (Don't kill me!) He kicked away the old man who was Reaching the end of his lifespan, Then he hurled across the platform and hit his Head and the sound of the storm faded into silence. ---------- Part III: A Brush with Death Get up, get up, my son, get up This is your Father speaking now Be strong, be strong, my boy, be strong This story’s not over till he’s gone Pick yourself back up, be the better one Keep the fire burning from within Do it, do it, seize his, pal-ette Do what a lighthouse keeper must But watch out, watch out, my child, watch out You’ll only have a brush with death this once So open your eyes. That’s it, open wide. And end this conflict once, and for all. ---------- Part IV: Burning Passion He woke from his vision And made his decision The artist was clenching His scalpel and inkpen The rain was pouring in down Everywhere, all around The old man was soaking His foe was approaching Who is, the cobbler? He screamed at the monster I’ll end you once and for all I won’t rest till you fall It’s useless, don’t you see? They all think you’re crazy When I’ve done my opus Then your life will be hopeless They engaged in a fight It was a sorry sight Sicario drew first blood He fell down with a thud He wiped his blood-stained lips And pointed to the ships The sailors were crying As the storm was intensifying The keeper charged at speed To his rival he made bleed He strangled him with rage He had grown weak in his old age His grip had unfastened The deadly assassin He threw him aside And his sword was raised up high --missing lyrics:-- (Suddenly, with a loud crash A bolt of lightning, struck his cutlass It fried him, and ended his reign And the beacon, burst into flame) [Sicario dies] ---------- Part V: The Seaman's Sermon This is the end It’s all done The sicario’s dead The power’s restored so Come on you ships Full speed to land but Never forget This lighthouse man for I saved your lives I didn’t betray you This was unjust The stories are not true I hope that you’ll find It in your hearts to Forgive all my sins And give me a fresh start

He lives so far away But he’s gonna be okay The light of the beacon is on And evil is truly gone He’ll guide those ships to land For you, he’ll always be at hand