So to Speak (Broadway Cast Version) Sting (Ft. Fred Applegate & Michael Esper)

Father O'Brien:
They're seriously saying it's prolonging me life
If I'll only submit to the surgical knife?
But what are the odds of a month or a week?
When the betting shop's closing its doors, so to speak

When you're laid like a piece of old meat on the slab
And they'll cut and they'll slice, and they'll poke and they'll jab
And they'll grill ye and burn ye, and they'll wish ye good health
With their radium, chemo and God knows what else?

You can't fault the science, though the logic is wеak
Is it really an eternal lifе we should seek?
That ship has sailed, that ship has sailed
That ship has already sailed, so to speak

You must finish the work, son

Gideon:
Ah we're trying, father

Father O'Brien:
I don't mean the men. I mean you. You came home for a reason. Now get to it

Finish the labour son, finish this task
You'll find absolution if you do as I ask
Remember your father, look after your son
He's the bridge to the future, when all's said and done