Reputation Peter Hammill

And there's the hidden bogeyman you fear
In wait beneath your bed
You might as well surrender
The advancing years are coming up ahead

All your pledges and promises
Every action constrained
By what's been said

You might as well admit
That in the final reckoning
Fame and fortune
Are falsehoods that'll leave you for dead

Reputation you've traded on
Is a fragile thing
That won't last long
Buried treasure you banked upon
Now you've lost the map and the key

You were offered the cup
And drank so deep
On the cult of your personality

But none of that will matter come the day
When all the psychic armour you wore falls away