Tall Tales

Oh they thought they were so blessed But now they're back to safety All giggle-faced smiles There were these two clowns Twirling, twirling, twirling Doing cheap disappearing tricks Pick a face in a crowd and think what you see Get inside and close the curtains, they say Put on a movie of better times There were these two clowns They do appear in a way To happen to us but to other people And we sat watching the actors There were these two clowns Devil's goons from a gang war They've got faces in a crowd Pick a face Face the crowd Picking out the face in a crowd They're barking like a horde of dogs Of the collective suffering Can't you see the construction To establish the nature of this new reality A person with fake teeth Did you know where to your new station? A car that crashes through a deep Denigrating old construction