Through the rain and all the clutter
Under the Fremont bridge I saw a pigeon fly
Fly in fear from the raptor come to take its life
And as it closed in for the capture
Funneled the fear through my ancient eyes
Seeing flight, what I know are the bitter mechanics of life
Under my hat it reads "the lines are all imagined"
A fact of life I know to hide from my little girl
I know my place amongst the bugs and all the animals
And it's from the ordinary people you were longing to be free
My hotel and on the TV
A picture on a stage like a buzzer cries
Out a warning, phony sorrow, is trying to get a rise
Cyanide of an almond
Let him look at your hands, get the angles right
Ace of spades, port of morrow, life is death is life
I saw a photograph, Cologne in '27
And then a postcard after the bombs in '45
Must've been a world of evil clowns who let it happen
But now I recognize, dear listeners
That you were there and so was I
Ah, ah, ah, ah, ah
Under my hat I know the lines are all imagined
A fact of life I must impress on my little girl
I know a place amongst the creatures in the pageant
And there are flowers in the garbage, and a skull under your curls
Ah, ah, ah, ah, ah...
Under the Fremont bridge I saw a pigeon fly
Fly in fear from the raptor come to take its life
And as it closed in for the capture
Funneled the fear through my ancient eyes
Seeing flight, what I know are the bitter mechanics of life
Under my hat it reads "the lines are all imagined"
A fact of life I know to hide from my little girl
I know my place amongst the bugs and all the animals
And it's from the ordinary people you were longing to be free
My hotel and on the TV
A picture on a stage like a buzzer cries
Out a warning, phony sorrow, is trying to get a rise
Cyanide of an almond
Let him look at your hands, get the angles right
Ace of spades, port of morrow, life is death is life
I saw a photograph, Cologne in '27
And then a postcard after the bombs in '45
Must've been a world of evil clowns who let it happen
But now I recognize, dear listeners
That you were there and so was I
Ah, ah, ah, ah, ah
Under my hat I know the lines are all imagined
A fact of life I must impress on my little girl
I know a place amongst the creatures in the pageant
And there are flowers in the garbage, and a skull under your curls
Ah, ah, ah, ah, ah...