Smoking cigars with the devil Burning money for matches Before the start of the show Talk about the perils of so-and-so He’s the best-dressed monster The crowd’s afraid But soon they’ll be terrified Mothers cover their children’s eyes But they’ve seen is so many times A better script has never been written But he don’t read, don’t need to listen The children are terrified It’s the tricks of the trade that make the trade worth livin’ And it sounds so paranoid But this is happening too fast Selling potions that are bottled to cure All that you might feel Still laughing And playing with money and matches Until the end of the show A cowboy in a rodeo The best-dressed monster Can’t imagine… when such a pretty girl is gone The one that meant everything And you only want to cry But got no air to breathe It runs through me like in silicon circuits Full moons passing Graduation day laughing Blue-green of Leonids falling You and I are walking Nighttime on the beach So out of reach But now she’s sick and nearly bed-ridden Slaves to the grind Till you're done livin, oh noBut with his pockets full and belly satisfiedI like to watch him bow his head – it’s like a brand new addiction And it sounds so paranoid But this is happening too fast Sailing oceans of dirt for money cures All that you might feel