There are moments like these
You can hear peoples teeth, as the corks whistles into the air
Screaming and shouting straight down the shaft
I am afraid, I'm afraid for the future
We can all gather round, we can see it right now
As it's draining away
I wish I could paint you a picture
A man of few words
Can still say too much
Stilt walking clowns on the pavement
It's a bummer 'bout this
But you're a sucker for that
If you turn off the tools
You'll here you calls, there's a door but there isn't a wall
The cake is still rising, but the tins for the shed
I'm afraid, I'm afraid for the children
'Cause some are so young that they may not be ones
With time to be parents at all
So I wish I could paint you a picture
A man of few words
Can still say too much
Stilt walking clowns on the pavement
It's a bummer 'bout this
But you're a sucker for that
Well I wish I could paint you a picture
A man of few words
Can still say too much
Stilt walking clowns on the pavement
It's a bummer 'bout this
You're a sucker for that
Still I wish I could paint you a picture
A man of few words
Can still say too much
Stilt walking clowns on the pavement
It's a bummer 'bout this
But you're a sucker for that