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 bleeding
Never forget, smoking two cigarettes
On the outskirts of town, peeking over
This is only a test written strictly in jest
There is an elegant charm in going nowhere
It's a red letter day, let the orchestra play
Before they cart you away, the ship is sinking
We should all settle down and keep our ears to the ground
Have the last few days been feeling hazy?
There's a lightness to things when the old woman sings
And let the freedom bell ring for whom it's tolling
It's all part of the show, the river ebbs and it flows
And the pendulum slows, it's coming back now
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