Sometimes when you get mystic

I have to leave the room

Another accident statistic

While the big bass drum goes boom

There's an apocalypse now on station road

If there's a nuclear winter, at least it'll snow

Your talk turns all of me upside down

You turned up my ticket at the lost and found

And all I got was the current crown worn by

Cathy's new clown



Our enemies are at the border

We couldn't go back too soon

Be a nice girl and don't take orders

That's what they're saying in the back room

You got a big black box that I can't get a look in

And I wanna look at you but I don't get a look in

I'm like a talking head with the sound turned down

Or pavlov's dog when he wasn't around

I'm just a little bit lost so I'm heading downtown to be

Cathy's new clown



One upon a time

I didn't know you

That's the way the story goes

But how I wish, how I wish you'd let me show you

That I love the lines but hate the clothes

That's the way it goes



Turn the speakers up to ten now

Listen to what he has to say

Watch out there's a body talking body-talk

A big mouth just gets in the way, hey

When I'm with you, there's something to it

You know the old lie and you can see through it

But now I'm alone and I'm homeward bound

Cover my tracks up and cover new ground

Put down the purse cos I'm buying this round

I'm putting pepper down for the pack of bloodhounds

And all I need is a single sound, I'll be

Cathy's new clown

Here he comes.....

Writer : JOHN WESLEY HARDING
Copyright : Lyrics © PLANGENT VISIONS MUSIC INC.