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

Reputation you traded on

Is a fragile thing

That won’t last long

Buried treasure you banked upon

But you’ve lost the map and the key

That reputation you traded on

No longer means very much to me