Bad Day For A Knife Thrower

Rain’s like thunder on the canvas

It’s been coming down hard all day

You’ll get the weather

And the people all staying away

On the old showground

On the edge of town

And the wind buffeting the van

Well, whatever

I still don’t have a plan

Tried to call you once or twice

Drawing a blank

That thing we talked about

I need to see it in the bank

Sitting like a dud in the fairground mud

Everything is slower

It’s been a bad day

For a knife thrower

It was a pound a round in ‘64

With all us kids to feed

They stuck together

For whatever it was we’d need

Truth is he was flying

On one engine all the time

Out on the racecourse

He knew a bookie in disorganised crime

When he couldn’t pick up a payday

Or anything else

He’d have to come through

With a tenner or two

Have a little bet against himself

Sitting like a dud in the fairground mud

Feel I’m sinking lower

It’s been a bad day

For a knife thrower

Sitting like a dud in the fairground mud

Feel I’m sinking lower

It’s been a bad day

For a knife thrower