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It seems we're all in for a treatStaring up, out of the streetAnd you can tell that Joe is really glad he cameThough downwind of him trailsA fog of alcoholHe failsTo do his best to be indifferentAll the same'Cause there ain't no shaking the smellLike there ain't no shaking the spellAs Blondin, WirewalkerBraves the screamsWell, Joe isObviously impressedThough he has something to confessAbove the sound of ten thousand creakingNecks all cranedJoe says,"Alone amongst the beasts and freaksI dreamed of tightrope walkingWhile I tended Blondin'sPercherons and trailersSongtexteI'd see himTraining in the eveningThere was no point trying to speakYou see, I doubted that he'd haveTime for the strangersWho'd be there hoisting his big tentsWho'd be spying him from their navesStaring down at themLike batshit in a caveWell, we hardly even met, but seeI worked for him, I thought I'dFill the space he leftBut no, I was naiveJust another sideshow slow, I thoughtHe knew something I don'tBut it would seem, all these Wirewalkers haveIs just the means to make you feel so badMan, no oneCared for him at allUntil he crossed Niagara FallsSo you'd all feelA little lower down the scaleAnd then his fame shot straight and fastRight through a gloomy, narrow passHe chanced through darkness, lightning stormsAnd into dayBut I ain't here because he's tallI'm only here to see him fallIf I get on the wagon nowIt'll only be to run him down."It seems we'reAll in for a treatStaring up out of the streetAnd you can smell that Joe's been drinkingOn his breathAnd then the clouds part overheadAnd I make out a silhouetteAs though I'm staring up through a trapdoorAnd I'm waiting to be fed. Aus Songtexte Mania