STING - A SERMON Lyrics

When you reach number tenAnd think the struggle endsBut it ain't the endIt's only a trendYou have to unbend'Cause it's only a trendDon't lose all your friendsDon't make your heroes endWhen you reach number eightIt ain't no pearly gate'Cause it won't satiateYour growing appetiteYou can ply your tradeAnd push your crusadeEmancipate or indoctrinate, but theTraps are all laid for any honest crusadeYour old values will fadeAs you struggle to make the gradeAs you struggle to make the gradeYou needn't bother!When you hit number fourYou're almost through the doorBut there's a whole lotMore you just can't ignoreThe telephone's sure, you know the scoreBut don't let this uproarDissipate your encoreIt's written in the newsHow you paid your duesBut you've no excuseFor the people you abuseWhen you reach number oneYou can beat your drumYou can sack your roadies in BirminghamWhen your record is platinumYou can stick it to the [band]To the wall like you've always plannedIt's written in the news how you paid your duesBut you've no excuse for the people you abuseWhen you reach number tenThe people you abuseNo excuseFor the people you abuseYou've got no excuseFor the people you abuse