Live Circus - Jacksonville - 07/01/08

We put up our tent on a dark
Green knoll, outside of town by
The train tracks and there was a seagull dump
And topping the bill was Horse Face Ethel
And her Marvelous Pigs in satin
We pounded our steaks in the ground
All powder brown
And the branches spread like scary
Fingers reaching
Were in a pasture in Kankakee
And one eyed Myra, the queen of
The galley who babysat the
Camel and the Ostrich
She looked at me squinty with her
One good eye as she bottle fed
An Orangutan named
Tripod
Now how Tripod got his name is not appropriate for children
And then there was
Yodeling Elaine the
Queen of the air
She had a dollar sign medallion
About as big as a dinnerplate around her neck
And a tiny bubble of spittle
Around her nostril and a
Little rusty tear, for she had
Lassoed and lost another
Tipsy sailor
And over in the burnt yellow tent
By the frozen tractor
the music was like electric sugar
And Zazu Bolin played
"Stavin' Chain"
With Mighty Tiny on the saw
And he leaned his head back
With a mouth full of gold teeth
And by the time they finished Moanin Low
I was wild eyed
And Doctor Bliss slipped me a
Preparation and I fell asleep with
Livery Stable Blues in my ear
'Gimme a little Livery Stable Blues guys
Real nice
Play it for me and Molly
Cause me and Molly Hoey drank
Pruno and Koolaid
She had ah a tattoo gun
Almost made out of a a-a cassette motor
And a guitar string and
She soaked a hanky in 3 roses
And rubbed it on the spot
And she drew a rickety heart and
A bent arrow and it hurt like hell
And Funeral Wells spun
Poodle Murphy on the target
And he threw his hardware, only
Once in Sheboygan did he miss
Only once jesus!
It took of just a miniscule piece
Of her ear
But she'd never let him forget it
Women
They were doing two shows and she
Had a high fever and ya know
It probably added to her frustration
Her anxiety, her depression
And Tip Little told her
"Hey if you're smart
Leave the bum
Leave the bum
You've got to leave the bum
Leave the bum
Leave the bum
Leave the bum
Leave the bum"
But she said, "he fetched me
Last time I run"
But I'd like to hammer this ring into
A bullet
And I wish I
Had some whiskey and a gun
Oh leave the bum
You gotta leave the bum



Credits
Writer(s): Kathleen Brennan, Hubert Yves Adrien Giraud, Thomas Alan Waits
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