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These crowds reveal my size
Mesmerized by the mosh pits lulling gravity
Strobe lights from a headlamp dipping beneath crestfallen eyes
Gritting their teeth like it's going out of style
These crowds reveal my size
Cocaine on the lips of a couple kissing
Through wasted wartime whimpers
In bondage like a Bible or a baritone leather clad
Bumping benzos with tightrope walkers
Off bumper cars and bark
The basements cold and you could make a living at this
If you can make a living at this
Then I could play the clown
The paint on my face will leave a portrait in the washcloth
Aside from that and the cement there's little left of our love
If you can make a living at this
Dancing in wedding gowns
Muriel here's a nickel for your autograph
Your name is easier to read then to try and say aloud
If you can make a living at this
Dragging the heft of an ivory crown
Across ivy and all through downtown
Follow bike lanes until the beastmaster leads in the hounds
Sirens blared, buried by magnificent winds and hail
The crowd diverged and split from the stands
Which the band ran underneath
When silence declared
A flurry of incandescent hymns and prayers
A sound emerged and drifted, saccharine, disbanded through the seats