his heavy face drags his head down her shirt pleads innocence but the grin on his face calls him a liar liar pants on fire she just nods knowingly and unbuttons the next one down cause she has been through the catalogue of this fools parade and knows a good catch when she has her hooks in him he starts flapping his arms like a fish outa water we all just laugh we all been there we all been a bird in the air
i make coffee but they are intent on the the sideshow taking place on the couch i turn to find the girls choir locked in dire straights with the ****** circus clowns they will be singing the blues soon enough cause we all got a price to pay when the penny comes to a pound when the carpet bagger comes to call and the price you pay equal to the tears you lay
i sit back and light up the room with my handy dandy nightwatchman flashlight but soon realize that there are things here id rather not see as the girls choir gets down and ***** with the clowns they would rather have a warm bed now than the cold promise of better kitchens two car garage tomorrow and im not one to say they are wrong iv swallowed enough swords iv seen enough of the bitter bread so make some room sweetheart cause you look like you could use some company down there in your dark corner of the strange parade... is that a horse head you have on?
this room gets real wild at a quarter to three the old man has come down and is talking up the future to some young honey who knows better but has an eye on his wallet we all got a price to pay he gonna give up his riches shes gonna give up her dreams all got a price to pay when the carpet bagger comes to call
i shake off the dawn and stumble out to the street look back to find the whole circus waving goodbye they all look so happy and content even the ones with the bloodstains but that's the price i gotta pay looks so pretty from this far down the road looks so warm and inviting with their smiles and lollipops the circus clowns and the pregnant girls choir even she seems friendly in the heat haze of the long hours away but something reminds me of all her warts all her filthy fingers grabbing at the shirt-tail he eyes pleading a different case before the high court of her own self doubts
when the carpet bagger comes to call he opens his bag of tricks and shows you a world of wonder all glitter and lights but it isnt till the bill is due that you remember we all got a price to pay we all are fish out of water