There's a city going up in a village
Just on the outskirts of town
It's a cardboard cut out
But it's real, and you'll
fit in if you're a circus clown
There's a city going up,
But it's sinister
Or it's dexter and breaking bad
But I don't want to think of
The minister
When all he ever had was sad
Why not say it's a great occasion
Why not embrace the love
It's not free but neither is a raison
And their raising a city of doves
The whole time is a kind of madness
The midsummer spirit is rife
Even the weather in its moods is in on it
And it's a living the bohemian life
Well, whether the weather's a boheme
Or just a camper's scourge
You've got to expect the unexpected
But be sure all the sin it will purge
The rain is going to wash us clean
Then the sun will bake our bones
And just like a chicken wing
All the flesh is going to atone
But you've got to hold both hands up to the sky
And with one offer up your prayers
And with the other like a dragonfly
Hover until with gratitude you receive your cares
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