Flash in the pan, little boy lost again
Which reality has mistaken me?
Pleasure or pain, the old man's at it again
With his thumb in his mouth, chipped and bleedin'
Never forget, smokin' two cigarettes
On the outskirts of town, peekin' over
This is only a test written strictly in jest
There is an elegant charm in goin' nowhere
It's a red letter day, let the orchestra play
Before they cart you away, the ship is sinkin'
We should all settle down and keep our ears to the ground
Have the last fŠµw days been feelin' hazy?
There's a lightness to things whŠµn the old woman sings
And let the freedom bell ring for whom it's tollin'
It's all part of the show, the river ebbs and it flows
And the pendulum slows, it's comin' back now
