I'm told
The cracks belie the fold
The smiling troubadour
The monkey's tongue he stole
Is gold
And he walks
In bright, black, blue tube socks
Reciting long-forgots
Pretending that he's lost
The plot
Enter the rumble and drum
This pistol's holding a gun
Bring out the joker
It's the moment that makes things right
And when he's starting to shake
Red light shine out on his face
Bring out the joker
It's the moment that makes things right
If you run my way (na na na na)
Hold to break (na na na na)
Roll my rage (na na na na)
Smile to fake (na na na na)
Play nice
This sing-song's run his time
The generator's blind
Your painted ears are mine
Rewind, think twice, next line
Enter the rumble and drum
This pistol's holding a gun
Bring out the joker
It's the moment that makes things right
And when he's starting to shake
Red light shine out on his face
Bring out the joker
It's the moment that makes things right
If you run my way (na na na na)
Hold to break (na na na na)
Roll my rage (na na na na)
Smile to fake (na na na na)
Enter the rumble and drum
This pistol's holding a gun
Bring out the joker
It's the moment that makes things right
And when he's starting to shake
Red light shine out on his face
Bring out the joker
It's the moment that makes things right
If you run my way (na na na na)
Hold to break (na na na na)
Roll my rage (na na na na)
Smile to fake (na na na na)