Confessional Lyrics

[Gerald the Banker]
I made my millions, stashed the pile in Swiss bank havens, lost the lot
When Inland Revenue got wise. So, I did my time, my time for what?

[Gerald the Homeless]
On the streets, a pretty pickle. I met a man who lifted me.
Took me home for slap and tickle, in civil partnership, pledged to me.

[Gerald the Chorister]
Enough of twisted overkill, Hellfire, damnation, voices shrill.
I was rumbled, de-frocked and tumbled from grace and favour, caught hand in till.

[Gerald the Military Man]
Invalided out of theatre. Civilian rehabilitation.
My time now given to help my brothers find cold feet, lost building nations.

[Gerald: A Most Ordinary Man]
Sold the shop, flicked off the power switch. In silent siding, Mallard must stay.
Carriages and sleek coal tender packed in boxes, sold on eBay. Sold on eBay.