J/John Gorka/Carnival Knowledge (Second Hand Face)
I've never done it said the circus clown See this is really my nose I ran away back in junior high Got this job and these clothes
You know I started out an altar boy So that retarded me some I've been saving up and down for years To have the surgery done
I had a chance once with the popcorn girl Until her father stopped that He said he'd give me holes I didn't need With a certain knifethrowing act I'll roll my quarters and I'll roll my dimes Till I am out of this place You may know someone who would want my job And a second hand face
I know a doctor who can do the job Back in our winter town It's slow to save what on this salary And so much competition around
It got so bad I just didn't try no more A heatless low head of esteem I have to settle for the paper views And the occasional dream
The smile I've got is one that's painted on I could paint one on you I just can't sell myself to pay for love Like the other clowns do I'll roll my quarters and I'll roll my dimes Till I am out of this place You may know someone who would want my job And a second hand face And a second hand face And a second hand faceTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
