Lifting the mask from a local clown
 Feeling down like him
 Seeing the light in a station bar
 And travelling far in sin
 Sailing downstairs to the Northern Line
 Watching the shine of the shoes
 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

Dancing a jig in a church with chimes
 sign of the times today
 Hearing no bell from the steeple tall
 People all in dismay
 Falling so far on a silver spoon
 Making the moon for fun
 Changing a rope for a size too small
 People all get hung

Take a look you may see [bad word] 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 travelling far in sin
 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