tightrope walker

in this room

in this room you'll find where silence sits

quiet and removed

the hiss of the red hot coals

listen to the birds tune the telephone poles

on this street

on this street

you've found where reality lives

board it up

lock it up like it don't exist

put a bit between its teeth

no it won't be missed

and let it choke on its bile

let it choke on its spit

in this bed

in this bed is where we lay our sick

everybody knows

that we're shaped beneath the devil's walking stick

well if you're looking for rest

you ain't gonna find it

it's probably happiness

there

shoot up your fix

but the tightrope walker

oh

the tightrope walker

he twirls his baton hand

shoots his across the set

and says oh