Belt Wearer

Can't believe he jumped the fence into the beast's backyard
Just to get a baseball back, it shouldn't be that hard
The jester cried a sorrow tune to the sound of Wisecrack Joe
But I ran on back to Benny Boy, cause I was never taught to throw

There's a sign of immaturity in everyone I've seen
Just between the ages 68 and 70
If the lineman backs the frontman's calls when the backing parts begin
Father-friend? No, that's not a band
Don't you hear the choir ring?

St. Elmo calls another fire in this carousel of death
The roundabout looks hot in flames, but the traffic never rests
When the Memphis Blues make mobile stuck, he'll earn all that appraise
Later down the line, you'll get betrayed by Chalamet

Man waves his sword around, now everyone's knelt
It's not who wears the pants, it's who has the belt

Intuition's not been around since Nat gave her only soul
It may have been since I was born, perhaps the death of Rock and Roll?
And the silent sounds of Newton's brain as he rests under that tree
Came the open shock of fallen fruit that brought him to his knees

In a line of work, Tommy Edison, he caught lightning in a bottle
If he handed it to me, I would have swallowed it full throttle
Invite Lincoln to the movies, the last minute, he blew it
I thought, what's he hiding under that top hat?
Alas, I think I dodged a bullet