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Sometime in May the Harlequin came From under the axles of some parade. His pockets clinked with many things That could make one a virgin again. Isn't it fine? Swing a dead monkey From a vine... ?Such a lovely town They've all got new brown Shingles on their rooftops, And the view of the sewer gates is something quite serene From the clotheslines where they hang their little dreams...? He lurches into the local chapter of B-movie stuntmen Who've retired after showing off their favorite injuries; Twelve-sixteenths are now amputees. The one with scurvy gums and rubber nose plugs is screaming like a camel, ?Watch me bust up the scene With lungs of kerosene and blow myself halfway to Kingdom Come!? How could He have known the forests of the East Were full of their tinlegs and philacteries SongtexteWhen the pale ones gathered alms From the charity of His loaded pockets? La-Dee-Da, it's dirt for dinner again, While the others are chewing on the Cud of the Land... All the cowboys in the county drug store whistle as he walks in, But the corrugated air Reveals there's something hiding there Behind the scratching of the runts and stupid grins. The Stranger feigns a smile And asks the way to the complimentary booze aisle, When some wino at the door Calls across the floor, ?Look at His spurs the size of God's Great Tooth!? La Luh-bi-duh Da da da da da da da... Well, the pale ones gathered alms From the charity of His loaded pockets. La-Dee-Da, it's dirt for dinner again, While the others are chewing on the Cud of the Land... His breath smelled of brandy And peppermint candy That He always kept close at hand. He walked like His legs were made out of kegs, And He spoke with a very strange rhythm... La-Da Da-Da Da Da Before the fainting Mr. Greeze Performs his famous surgeries - Ladies in the front row all remove their hats. They curse like whales And spend time spitting gales Because the carelessness of tongue extensions in this day and age Are such a heavy burden on the brain. Call the Doctors of the Gallows They'll take the blame for everything that's gone alright Since the Censor's hairy sight Proclaimed it the miracle they promised it would be. Now promises are all that they could need. Aus Songtexte Mania