you know you're meant to hold down a job
To put the jump leads to the dead dog
To afternoon an evening in a mount pleasant
vein
I can't keep saying what I was going to say
She already killed me with her eyes so vain
Hers were the windows of a house of pain
Don't be so dramatic, oh let me explain
It's all so plastic just a weather vane
The leaves of grass have grown again
Did I lose my job in the harvest grain
Did I eat my job or bury my pain
I've eaten my loss, like a moss of stain
It's human to cross the river again
Because the circus is over they've packed up and left town
And I can't shoulder the burden of feeling so down
It's all a charade of the last act of the crown
Leaving this place is tearing me a frown
Across a night of lights falling to ground
And smiles on faces for miles around
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