You Can Make a Living at This Lyrics

These crowds reveal my size

Mesmerized by the mosh pits lulling gravity

Strobe lights from a headlamp dipping beneath crestfallen eyes

Gritting their teeth like it's going out of style

These crowds reveal my size

Cocaine on the lips of a couple kissing

Through wasted wartime whimpers

In bondage like a Bible or a baritone leather clad

Bumping benzos with tightrope walkers

Off bumper cars and bark

The basements cold and you could make a living at this

If you can make a living at this

Then I could play the clown

The paint on my face will leave a portrait in the washcloth

Aside from that and the cement there's little left of our love

If you can make a living at this

Dancing in wedding gowns

Muriel here's a nickel for your autograph

Your name is easier to read then to try and say aloud

If you can make a living at this

Dragging the heft of an ivory crown

Across ivy and all through downtown

Follow bike lanes until the beastmaster leads in the hounds

Sirens blared, buried by magnificent winds and hail

The crowd diverged and split from the stands

Which the band ran underneath

When silence declared

A flurry of incandescent hymns and prayers

A sound emerged and drifted, saccharine, disbanded through the seats