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