Lion tamer, what’s your aim?
Lion tamer, is it all a game?
Built for the sport of the circus-going sort
Who house the sad clowns with their makeup painted right side round
So at last they might surrender to the pleasure of the crowd?
Get lost in that sound…
Filthy beggar, pick yourself up off that floor
Filthy beggar, don’t you know God’s made of windows and doors?
Oh and by the way, do you think you could deposit that change
Into the local convenience store?
You gotta keep that cash flow going round and round you know
And after that, why don’t you kick on a little further
Down the road.
Witchy woman, did they make you their fool?
Witchy woman, did you break all the rules?
Or were you counting on the moonlight to guide you home again like it’s done many many times before?
Or is that just a mirage of a fever dream of a thought
You might’ve had one time in a previous life before?
Or did you simply want something more?
More, more, more, more, more
More, more, more, more, more
More…
Well we keep looking up for something to fill our cups,
But when will it ever be enough?
When will it ever be enough?