This city’s full of carnies and sharks Brandishers of water guns, and little dogs with great big barks Take to the street, you walk up and you walk down Doling out dough to the homeless And souls to the soulless On tiptoe above the undertow Pray that you don’t drown
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nod politely to all you meet While you both follow the well-trod ruts of a million feet That before you have carved up every floor Till finally you’ve got nothing left But some worn-out sandals on the back of the shelf And an empty water gun With which to wage your war, your dynamic war
Let me be your everything (everything here I’ve got) anything worth the giving (and whatever’s left that’s not)
a big man once told me I had to pay my dues stretch myself as thin as paper, like the kind they use for the news he smoked a cigar and drank expensive wine and I noticed on the day he died he had less love in his life than I have in mine so sir, I think I’m doing fine
I’ve got some magic beans to grow a building up to King Kong He’s the one in love with that girl, the drop-dead gorgeous blonde Got to get up to someplace where I can dangle my feet And get some perspective on those millions of lives That stop and go and clog up the street Cause someday we might meet