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• Artiste: Darla Farmer
• Titre: Dirty Keys
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The beasts begin to roar When the audience Firsts walks in through the door Nothing to be seen Except the leader standing And he's standing in the middle of the ring He raises his hands You can hear The cry of the drunken circus band Then the silence simply floats But it's broken By the bands first filthy note The elephants trumpet wails But the tone is stubborn and stale The bashful lion drops His cymbals to the floor While the triangle is played By some curious bearded whore Then the king of the thieves He smashed his hands On the dirty piano keys Can you? You can hear him scream And his melody is calling for me Then the instruments fall down Followed by the cackle Of a drunken choir clown The conductor drops his microphone In horror he gasps As the audience starts to go home But the exits are blocked And the crowd can't help But looked shocked A dirty drunk band creeps upon them They look sorry Because they know it's the end The tiger is grinding his teeth And the elephants Were stomping their feet A murmur in the band Starts to grow and grow And it's ended by the screech Of a solitary, lonely crow Then the crow took flight And the crowd just closed their eyes But when they were opened The band was gone And nothing was left Except this dirty drunken song