There was that time, you remember now, when the puppets all sang
For the strangers in the know, and dreadful silly lines took all the
Virgin’s souls, and the dancers raced thru their dance upon the stage,
And the curtain lifted once, but not a single one got paid
We told little stories, just to set the story straight, but we lied
And we joked about the timing and the place, and no one even
Cared that we were all past our best bloom, cause the waiter
Carried trays of spirits to us in every tiny room
She was a Jezebel, but she put on quite the act, and the guys
Got all excited when she revealed her tiny rack, but the
Girls in the corner stayed around in the back to allow the
Summer haze to fill the space their ego lacked
Don’t you remember Henry and the smile on his face when
The fields were full of poppies and the houses full of grace,
When prayers lifted high to disguise the saints’ disgrace
We keep praying now for the memories that we chase
sheilapierson 