Lifting a mask from a local clown, feeling down like himSeeing the light in a station bar and travelling far and thinSailing down the stairs to the northern line, watching the shine of the shoesHearing the trials of the people there, who's to care if they loseTake a look, you may see me on the groundFor I am the parasite of the earthThis townDancing a jig in a church with chimes, a sign of the times todayHearing no bell from a steeple toll, people all in dismayFalling so far on a silver spoonMaking the moon for funChanging a road for a size too smallPeople all get hungTake a look, you may see me coming throughFor I am the parasite who travels to buy toolsWhen I'm lifting a mask from a local clown, feeling down like himSeeing the light in a station bar and travelling far and thinSailing down the stairs to the northern line, watching the shine of the shoesHearing the trials of the people there, who's to care if they loseTake a look, you may see me on the groundFor I am the parasite of this townTaking a look, you may see me coming throughI see me in the darkFor I am the parasite who hangs from your skirtguitar solo