Carnival Parade

 

You've been paid off, laid off
Thrown down, blown down
undressed, redressed
Put down like all the rest
And all you get is stares from people you meet.
   
You're wasted, you've tasted
the food of the gods
yet nobody loves you
or gives you a nod
as you slowly pass them by out on the street.
   
You've an entire stack of stuff you can't hack
you've a registration fee that you'll never get back
You're a Doubting Thomas with a paper sack
to hold all the sticky Kleenexes that you've found
   
Your living space within the rat race
keeps wrinkling your face
so you try to erase
what you can't forget
and yet
you seek to prove the world is round...
   
Come on out, come on out
and join the carnival parade.
You'll be dancing til you die, my friend,
the contract's already made.
   
come on out, come on out, 
and join the carnival parade
You've a one-way ticket to oblivion
The bill's already been paid...