Drag your feet. Keep your life strapped to your shoulder. If you don't carve your age into your belt, you won't get any older. It's a mixed up masquerade, a penniless arcade, every face a frown Oh, what a crazy town.
Hang your head. They'll steal the toes right off of your feet. You're lucky to count all ten when you're living on the street. It's a story that's been told, a body that's been sold, round and around and around. Oh, what a crazy town.
See. Joy 'round here comes in a little pink balloon, and if you got out of here yesterday, it wouldnt be too soon. It's a cardboard palisade, a pocket change brigade, every way is down. Oh, what a crazy town.