Another Slow Night at the Clown Room

Vomit slicks the pavement on the avenue of stars
Julius Caesar's lukewarm blood pays tribute to her scars
Brandi makes her ass clap to the strings of Life on Mars
Purple wigs clutch fetal pigs dip cigarettes in jars

"We don't pay the dancers here!" a voice cries out in vain
Perhaps the brothers John and John will pay to run the train
I don't have a twenty to go back to where I came
Murdered crows unlock my nose and vanish in the flames

I've already lost my faith
But I will never find my peace
If a young woman's desperation is the only way to tame my beast

The bar wench, she familiarizes perverts in the wind
Take this cup away from me lies she who hasn't sinned
Heaven isn't up above, Lord knows it isn't here
So I'll stare into the fingerprints until I see you in the mirror
I'll stare into the fingerprints until I see you in the mirror
I'll stare into the fingerprints until I see you in the mirror



Credits
Writer(s): Ian Murray
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