And I'm standing up  In my practice room  I'm all alone    Speakers on the spoon  And my new Gibson and  Oh, what the hell    Things are not so different  In my vocal master   You are the face that launched  One thousand ships     Quakes and Trojans  And a thousand shits   The shits eying the shores  Of Asia minor     Lining all the shores  Of Asia minor   You can tell that I'm not  A minor in Asia no more     I'm standing up   This is the face that launched  A thousand ships     I'm standing up   This is the face that launched  One thousand ships     This is the face that shot  You'll never have replaced  Splitting up his kids to three separate parts  For his sons and the three separate hearts