Lifting the mask from a local clown Seeing the light in a station bar
Sailing downstairs to the northern line Watching the shine of the shoes And hearing the trials of the people there Who's to care if they lose
And take a look you may see me on the ground For I am the parasite of this town
Dancing a jig in a church with chimes And hearing no bell from a steeple tall
Falling so far on a silver spoon And changing a rope for a size too small
Take a look you may see me coming through For I am the parasite who travels two by two
When lifting the mask from a local clown And feeling down like him And I'm seeing the light in a station bar
And I'm sailing downstairs to the northern line Watching the shine of the shoes And hearing the trials of the people there Who's to care if they lose
Take a look you may see me on the ground For I am the parasite of this town
And take a look you may see me in the dirt For I am the parasite who hangs from your skirt