Andrew Lloyd Webber - Human Sacrifice lyrics

(The Chamber of Horrors in the Blackpool branch of Louis Tussauds: murky light, no public, just the wax statues. It's sometime in the late sixties. The usual unappetising suspects are lined up: Jack the Ripper, Vlad the Impaler and the standard motley gang of Nazis. Among them is a slightly incongruous figure: a dapper middle-aged man in dinner jacket and black tie. Suddenly, shockingly, he moves: indeed, he takes a silver cigarette case out of his pocket, extracts a cigarette, taps it on the case, lights it, inhales gratefully and steps out of line, greeting the audience with a friendly smile. This is STEPHEN WARD. His voice is exceptionally warm and seductive.) {WARD} I don't mind admitting, the last place I expected to finish up... was as an exhibit in "The Chamber of Horrors". And not even at the main HQ - but in Blackpool, if you please! Nowhere to be found on my long list of desirable places to spend the weekend And yet... not so very long ago, I had a fair claim to be the most popular man in London (He moves towards us, shaking his head ruminatively; then looks up again, smiling, full of charm, the soul of bonhomie.) Stephen Ward Your friendly osteopath I can fix your Lower back for you Also known for High-class portraiture And you'll find out That's not all I do Winston Churchill Ava Gardner Different contours Same predicament Gandhi was another regular Called me his "preferred medicament" I invented A new way of life Some might call it Unconventional All that stuffy post-war Englishness I like something More consensual You'll be wondering What I'm doing here Stuck between Hitler And the Acid-Bath Murderer Let me warn you It's the consequence If you get up The nose of the establishment If you give them What they're looking for They'll be grateful Oh, they'll be awfully nice But If you should step across the line You'll become a Human sacrifice Friends could never understand The girls who caught my eye Shopgirls, models Working girls I'd have them all come by Strange behavior, you may think But tolerance is blind All I ever cared about Was simply being kind I tried marriage Didn't go for it I liked freedom And diversity Mixed with all sorts Tarts and royalty And, of course, the young and beautiful Portraits of The Duke of Edinburgh Jolly threesomes In Belgravia Weekends in some Stately country house With assorted Misbehavior All this was my life Limitless delights All the girls and All the parties All the amazing nights Self-indulgence Is permissible But one day, you'll Have to pay the price I suppose I Stepped across the line And became a Human sacrifice They will bring you down unless Your heart's as cold as ice Nothing they like better than A human sacrifice (He takes a final drag of his cigarette and stubs it out on Lucrezia Borgia; then he turns back to face the audience.) No matter how experienced or sophisticated you are, you never see it coming, do you? I mean, when I stepped into Murray's Club in Beak Street that wet and murky Tuesday... why should it have been any different from the dozens of other evenings I'd whiled away there?