Grab your umbrella and hover over town
Where they’re tearin’ the decorations down
You cast a spell on those letharios and clowns, no doubt
I hear a rapse of the foreign concrete moon
Below a chandelier of frozen tears I loom
Where all these painted ladies haunt these furnished rooms 
Wipin’ their mouths

Roll up, roll up and gather round
Push your shoulders back above your chest out
All the evergreen, ever news and love passage 
Where’s our electric arcades?
They’re so in love

Gone while the undertaker sleeps [bad word] while the youngin often hear the panthers grieve [bad word] while the liquid sky swirls dark
End it

Roll up, roll up and gather round
Push your shoulders back above your chest out
All the evergreen, ever news and love passage 
Where’s our electric arcades?
They’re so in love