Song for Marion Brown Lyrics

Are you bitter? Are you tired?
Is your jaw permanently wired from years of explaining how you feel?
Through an embouchure of steel
With a saxophone in one hand peeling out a music made of fire
Critics calls can be cold with new things saving the old.
Hubcaps and lawnmower blades;
Homemade drums lined up along the stage.
??? twisted to song
And in other words used only by the bold (?)

Well I don't have to tell you, well I don't have to tell you.
They're charging admission now
But you don't care, no you never cared.
They're charging admission now
For your baby tooth and your lock of hair
They're charging admission now
But you do care, well of course you care.
Too many clubs to recall
Scattered notes exploding where they fall
You left the old structures to rust
In village lofts, ornate Italian halls
While the ??? gathers dust, now the box-sets are moving in the malls
And I don't have to tell you, well I don't have to tell you.
They're charging admission now
Cos you don't care, no you never cared.
They're charging admission now
For your baby tooth and your lock of hair
They're charging admission now
Well you do care, well of course you care.

Well I don't have to tell you...