If the world hates you,
keep in mind that it hated me first
~ John 15
Lifting the mask
from a local clown
Feeling down like him
Seeing the light in a station bar
And traveling far in sin
Sailing downstairs
to the northern line
Watching the shine of the shoes
And hearing the trials
of the people there
Who's to care if they lose.
And take a look
you may see me on the ground
For I am the parasite of this town.
Dancing a jig
in a church with chimes
A sign of the times today
And hearing no bell
from a steeple tall
People all in dismay
Falling so far on a silver spoon
Making the moon for fun
And changing a rope
for a size too small
People all get hung.
Take a look
and see me coming through
For I am the parasite
who travels two by two.
When lifting the mask
from a local clown
And feeling down like him
And I'm seeing the light
in a station bar
And traveling far in sin
And I'm sailing downstairs
to the northern line
Watching the shine of the shoes
And hearing the trials
of the people there
Who's to care if they lose.
And take a look
you may see me on the ground
For I am the parasite of this town.
And take a look
you may see me in the dirt
For I am the parasite
who hangs from your skirt.
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