I Will Miss the Trumpets and the Drums Lyrics

you are cruel, you are cold
you are only getting worse as you grow old
and I have been here far too long
like a drunk in the mud
grown tired of waking to the taste of his own blood
I have been here far too long

I will miss the reassuring kicks in the back on my head
I'll rehearse words enough to speak
When they find you cold and dead
So goodbye, bitter clown
I have burned up all the evidence
Now I'm leaving town
I have been here far too long

I will miss the trumpets and the drums
And the tacks in my mouth
I confess I didn't think that I could leave
But somehow I found a way out
you are cruel, you are cold
you are only getting worse as you grow old
and I have been here far too long