Twisty Bass (Live at Sony Music Studios, New York, NY - 1999)

歌詞

The hangman's in the noose, The prisoner is loose, The wheel has come around, And the velvet curtain coming down. And I left it there, A suitcase on a chair. I feel my weight And something tells me There's a river underground, In a place where there's no one to be found. And no one came to see The oldest show in town And no one came to see The oldest show in town And no one came to see The oldest show in town Santa's on the cross. Innocence is lost. The music's in your mind, And the windscreen wipers move in time. No one came to see The oldest show in town No one came to see The oldest show in town And the stranger was a ghost The killer was a priest Took the first excuse Made the madness seem cute lipped On your own you'll find your own escape There are many ways to choose And I don't know which one you should take A home is all you want On the back of a truck driving down the street It doesn't seem so much But it's all you need to make your life complete No one came to see The oldest show in town No one came to see The oldest show in town No one came to see The oldest show in town No one came to see I lean the slightest bit towards you White turns into brown, light goes to black Your eyes danced in my reflection And the horse ate my trousers