Lifting the mask from from a local clown Feeling down like him Seeing the light in a station bar And travelling far in sin Sailing downstairs to the northern line Watching the shine of the shoes And hearing the trial of the people there Who's to care if they lose. And take a look you may see me on the ground For I am the parasite of this town.
Dancing a jig in a church with chimes A sign of the times today And hearing no bell from a steeple tall People all in dismay Falling so far on a silver spoon Making the moon for fun And changing a rope for a size too small People all get hung. Take a look and see me coming through For I am the parasite who travels two by two.
When lifting the mask from a local clown And feeling down like him And I'm seeing the light in a station bar And travelling far in sin And I'm sailing downstair to the northern line Watching the shine of the shoes And hearing the trials of the people there Who's to care if they lose. And take a look you may see me on the ground For I am the parasite of this town. And take a look you may see me in the dirt For I am the parasite who hangs from your skirt.
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