See the highwire man, there before the sun
He goes home at night where he beats on his son
The playwright in the attic in his skylight of sun
Has a cigarette on his lip
And the sun beats down on the smart, smart flesh
It comes down from behind its heavenly stead
Suggesting redemption will be easily possessed
For less than a pound of flesh
It's terribly important to every man of estate
To settle the score, ride the record straight
So he may free his slaves where on a deathbed he lays
Such sweet and knowing flesh
Knowing in the end you'll be alone
For lonely death does creep
So hire yourself a chimney mate
And smoke yourself to sleep
Among the mannequin men all dressed up and endorned
My manic depressive true love she leaves me forlorn
The rooster crows at the daybreak as the p***
Has a cigarette on his lip
Saying pretty girls, go and take your time
For lord only knows how you have taken mine
And chase them clear to the ends of time
To hold the smart, smart flesh
Knowing in the end you'll be alone
For lonely death does creep
So hire yourself a chimney mate
And smoke yourself to sleep
Now the hateful playwright, it's time that he dies
Just visit the judge in a new disguise
Saying judge in your robes, oh judge so wise
There's something on your lip
And the man of estate right before he dies
must clear the blank pages that tarnish the mind
In a bible in a bath of formaldehyde
He soaks the smart, smart flesh
Saying in the end you'll be alone
For lonely death does creep
So hire yourself a chimney mate
And smoke yourself to sleep
The unknowing tumor is fixing his home
In the damp bed of the catacomb
As a raging war on the highwire unfolds
She buries her teeth in the flesh
Now the world's a machine, you know that it's true
For the soul hovers idly just outside the room
It loves itself wildly but what can it do
A cigarette on its lip
He goes home at night where he beats on his son
The playwright in the attic in his skylight of sun
Has a cigarette on his lip
And the sun beats down on the smart, smart flesh
It comes down from behind its heavenly stead
Suggesting redemption will be easily possessed
For less than a pound of flesh
It's terribly important to every man of estate
To settle the score, ride the record straight
So he may free his slaves where on a deathbed he lays
Such sweet and knowing flesh
Knowing in the end you'll be alone
For lonely death does creep
So hire yourself a chimney mate
And smoke yourself to sleep
Among the mannequin men all dressed up and endorned
My manic depressive true love she leaves me forlorn
The rooster crows at the daybreak as the p***
Has a cigarette on his lip
Saying pretty girls, go and take your time
For lord only knows how you have taken mine
And chase them clear to the ends of time
To hold the smart, smart flesh
Knowing in the end you'll be alone
For lonely death does creep
So hire yourself a chimney mate
And smoke yourself to sleep
Now the hateful playwright, it's time that he dies
Just visit the judge in a new disguise
Saying judge in your robes, oh judge so wise
There's something on your lip
And the man of estate right before he dies
must clear the blank pages that tarnish the mind
In a bible in a bath of formaldehyde
He soaks the smart, smart flesh
Saying in the end you'll be alone
For lonely death does creep
So hire yourself a chimney mate
And smoke yourself to sleep
The unknowing tumor is fixing his home
In the damp bed of the catacomb
As a raging war on the highwire unfolds
She buries her teeth in the flesh
Now the world's a machine, you know that it's true
For the soul hovers idly just outside the room
It loves itself wildly but what can it do
A cigarette on its lip