Beans and the Grinder

Wake up, what is this place? Tokyo or Thunder Bay? Have I been here before? Guess someone's keeping score Someone thinks I know her name But everybody looks the same I'm staring at the floor With one eye on the door Hiding out in the sun The show must go on I recall a circus horse Foaming mouth, down on all fours Declared unfit for war It's the stage or abattoir Hiding out in the sun The show must go on For years I've been on the run The show must go on The circus is closing This horse needs a hosing To forget the reminder The circus is closing I'm rubbing my nose in The beans & the grinder The circus is closing This horse needs a hosing To forget the reminder The circus is closing I'm rubbing my nose in The beans & the grinder