 Why the painted face?
You've not joined the circus
There's a line on that map,
I drew that line
Does she want me to stand with my hands on my head?
The pastor read the sermon
And I frankly perspired,
Will Jesus love me? Hug me?
While she waits behind stained glass with her one good eye?
Have her blood stains revealed
What is in her troubled mind?
Bring me a grown man,
crying like an orphan
Here comes the ghost,
That's trailing me
With her long hair, short hair, senseless, dumb, and creepy,
Mama, why do you hold me so close?
So she wrote a letter
And she packed some wine
Does anyone out there love me still?
Will I arrive on time?
I see,
Would stronger men kneel, as she is robbing them blind?
You might lose taste for your God,
You might find nothing to do,
All of her face is torn off,
Now we have nothing to prove,
Look at the trouble I'm in
By virtue of once admitting a stranger
I will not wait for no plain-clothed apparition
Who from California touched down
On a Pennsylvania runway as a Ghost
So I'll meet her for dinner,
We will talk about the weather,
I'll have no way of quite knowing
If she's coming or she's going,
It's so hard to make engagements with yourself.
As the doctor spreads the instruments upon the shelf,
And the self-made man collects his undue wealth,
And the Roman Emperor just kills himself,
Muttering,
“She's in love with all the animals and so she feeds the animals.”
“She's in love with all the animals and so she feeds the animals.”
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