(hell of menacing): THE POWER OF THE MODERATORS MUST BE SHOWN TO THE PEOPLE *hissssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssss ssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssss ssssssssssssssssssssssssssss*
Alistair hisses again, and draws out a photograph with a picture of a young juggalo tied to a chair and gagged with a canadian flag and shows it to James, who recoils in horror
Sometimes I feel I've got to
Run away I've got to
Get away
From the pain that you drive into the heart of me
The love we share
Seems to go nowhere
And I've lost my light
For I toss and turn I can't sleep at night
Once I ran to you (I ran)
Now I'll run from you
This tainted love you've given
I give you all a boy could give you
Take my tears and that's not nearly all
Oh...tainted love
Tainted love
Now I know I've got to
Run away I've got to
Get away
You don't really want any more from me
To make things right
You need someone to hold you tight
And you think love is to pray
But I'm sorry I don't pray that way
Once I ran to you (I ran)
Now I'll run from you
This tainted love you've given
I give you all a boy could give you
Take my tears and that's not nearly all
Oh...tainted love
Tainted love
Don't touch me please
I cannot stand the way you tease
I love you though you hurt me so
Now I'm going to pack my things and go
Tainted love, tainted love
Touch me baby, tainted love
Tainted love
The spotlight disappears, and the stage is lit normally once more.
James walks inside his house, head bowed once more.
Albert's snoring stops abruptly, and an urgently whispered conversation can be heard.
Albert bursts from the house, and runs quickly off the stage. James follows, a few minutes later, more slowly, and with his right hand in his coat pocket.
After a few moments, the hobo stumbles onto the stage.
(strumming): My wizards are many, but their essence is
Mine
Forever they are in the hills in their stone homes of
Grief
Because I am the spirit of their existence
I am them.