Life's Sad Parade
This town's a sea of stories you'll never undestand
The world's a tiny circus in the palm of his hand
Friend you would have loved it when they ran out of red
Cyclone Willy finally raised the dead
Fat moon cloaked in a shark skin suit
Kelly fired some blanks at the deputy's boot
Couldn't geet close enough to flick the big switch
Her kerosene blue eyes never even twitched
There's a new heart h=aching on the factory line
That dfiamond on her finger is refusing to shine
Crazy spent lovers and a vampire kiss
Hell it doesnt come much better than this
Grim faced Eddy still working the room
They call it the equator, it's as cold as a tomb
Brace yourself tiger you might want to sit down
Your raven haired beauty ran off with some clown
Swore she'll get some use out of that bridal gown
Life's sad parade
This room's a sea of stories
You'll never understand
The globe's a tiny surface in the palm of his hand
Man you should of been there the crew hit the wall
Rockethead and Shakie slowed down to a crawl
There's another heart breaking on the cannery row
The carbon on her finger never threatened to glow
She blew her last buck on a voodoo hex
Then someone snatched that doll and personal effects
You know a smile costs you nothing in this sick pantomime
You recollect that Dutch was on deck at the time
Howlin' at the captain I was dying of thirst
I tried to reach Jesus but the ship is cursed
And when the crate is sinking
I'm diving in first
(J. Camilleri N. Smith – Mushroom Music Publishing Warner Chappell)
The world's a tiny circus in the palm of his hand
Friend you would have loved it when they ran out of red
Cyclone Willy finally raised the dead
Fat moon cloaked in a shark skin suit
Kelly fired some blanks at the deputy's boot
Couldn't geet close enough to flick the big switch
Her kerosene blue eyes never even twitched
There's a new heart h=aching on the factory line
That dfiamond on her finger is refusing to shine
Crazy spent lovers and a vampire kiss
Hell it doesnt come much better than this
Grim faced Eddy still working the room
They call it the equator, it's as cold as a tomb
Brace yourself tiger you might want to sit down
Your raven haired beauty ran off with some clown
Swore she'll get some use out of that bridal gown
Life's sad parade
This room's a sea of stories
You'll never understand
The globe's a tiny surface in the palm of his hand
Man you should of been there the crew hit the wall
Rockethead and Shakie slowed down to a crawl
There's another heart breaking on the cannery row
The carbon on her finger never threatened to glow
She blew her last buck on a voodoo hex
Then someone snatched that doll and personal effects
You know a smile costs you nothing in this sick pantomime
You recollect that Dutch was on deck at the time
Howlin' at the captain I was dying of thirst
I tried to reach Jesus but the ship is cursed
And when the crate is sinking
I'm diving in first
(J. Camilleri N. Smith – Mushroom Music Publishing Warner Chappell)
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Writer(s): Nicholas Anthony Smith, Joseph Vincent Camilleri
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