Lifting the mask from a local clown

Feeling down like him

Seeing the light in a station bar

And traveling far in sin Sailing downstairs to the northern line

Watching the shine of the shoes

And hearing the trials of the people there

Who's to care if they lose And take a look you may see me on the ground

For I am the parasite of this town Dancing a jig in a church with chimes

A sign of times today

And hearing no bell from a steeple tall

People all in dismay Falling so far on a silver spoon

Making the moon for fun

And changing a rope for a size too small

People all get hung Take a look you may see me coming through

For I am the parasite who travels two by two When lifting the mask from a local clown

And feeling down like him

And I'm seeing the light in a station bar

And traveling far in sin And I'm sailing downstairs to the northern line

Watching the shine of the shoes

And hearing the trials of the people there

Who's to care if they lose Take a look you may see me on the ground

For I am the parasite of this town And take a look you may see me in the dirt

For I am the parasite who hangs from your skirt