So it looks like I'm on my way
Cut off with something to say
I'd try again another day
But then where
That stain on the pavement there
That used to be someone, used to be scared
Little tragedies fill the air
Feel them there
So many people with their scythes to the sky
Give a bit, come on, just try
Streetcleaner gives another sigh
Goes on her way
Gather round, court jester's in town
Pull his smile from inside his frown
Slice off his head with a point from the crown
Throw it away