The Day My Monster Died

The circus came to town
Went out drinkin’ with the clowns
The bearded lady wore a dress
Adorned with razors, trimmed with mesh
All topped off with a frown

We piled into their car
As we drove from bar to bar
The ringmaster had to drive
I finally made it home alive
Though feathered, shamed and tarred

I wanted, oh, so badly
To be the one
The ringmaster, he lied
About the broken trapeze line
The day my monster died
The day my monster died

The big top moved out East
Among the New York freaks
Thrown out of the SoHo Grand
When the lion tamer lost his hand
While the juggler quoted Keats

I wanted, oh, so badly
To be the one
I wouldn’t do the time because
I hadn’t done the crime
The day my monster died
The day my monster died

I had my Waterloo
With my monsters
No one knew
Ringmaster would not survive
Premeditated suicide
Bit off more than he would chew

I wanted, oh, so badly
To be the one
I could not be relieved because
It would not be believed
The day my monster died

The day my monster died
The day my monster died
The day my monster died