Tragedy

You have that kind of beauty,
that looks better on the ground.
When you're kicked out of the freak show,
(now they really want you back).
And then you meet the eastern bunny,
"Oh my dear, I'll be your friend",
And you're just glad that just once,
you get to keep your head.
But you come back again at morning,
"I don't want to make a scene.
but all I ever really wanted,
is to ride that weird machine".
And then you do your little dance.
"We guess it's fine".
I'm awfuly glad that you still see yourself as mine.
But then they'll close the fucking circus,
and shoot the lion in his skull,
and send the band collecting flowers
(it's such a strange thing, rock n' roll.)
I don't think the bird man knows how to fly
No, don't leave me Alice, tell me why.