Rodeo Clown

I’ve been wronged

But I’ve also done bad things

Probably more then I’d ever like to tell you

I’ve been gone

But I could stay I little longer

All I’ve got to come home to is my room

People die, we’ve gotta go

And in the end all we’ve got to show for it are objects

I don’t care who the heir is

After all, these are my things

I’ve got books and taxidermy animals and side tables and lamps and carpets

And every single little thing was picked out by me

I’ve made promises

And then turned my back in weakness

All I’ve got are these four walls now

But they always keep my secrets

People die, we’ve gotta go

And in the end all we’ve got to show for it are objects

I don’t care who the heir is

After all, these are my things

I’ve got artwork on the walls and I’ve got discographies of vinyl in the closet

And every single little thing was picked out by me

Picked out by me

A savant of all things physical

People pay me a lot of money just to look at their stuff