Deer Tick - The Curtain lyrics
[Deer Tick - The Curtain lyrics]
The excuses turn to makeup
And know what man I am
I boast my silly knowledge
And crucify my friends
It's only looking back
On my crooked footprints
I break myself a promise
Not to do that again
The stage hands are all gone
The curtain still remains
It hides the puppeteer
Oh, pulling on my strings
I could swear I'm in control
I could make a judge convinced
But, I know my spirit quit
I don't wanna be, your bargaining chip
The organ please, s no one
The piano is pulling teeth
The guitar is strung with nothing
And never makes a beep it's only now I laugh
While the master takes a break
Who's counting all those tickets
Who's drooling on the stage
The sound men are all gone
The curtain still remains
It hides the puppeteer
Oh, pulling on my strings
I could swear I'm in control
I could make a judge convinced
But, I know my spirit quit
I don't wanna be, your bargaining chip
The stage hands are all gone
The curtain still remains
It hides the puppeteer pulling on my strings
I could swear I'm in control
I could make a judge convinced
But, I know that my spirit quit
I don't wanna be, your bargaining chip
Your bargaining chip
And know what man I am
I boast my silly knowledge
And crucify my friends
It's only looking back
On my crooked footprints
I break myself a promise
Not to do that again
The stage hands are all gone
The curtain still remains
It hides the puppeteer
Oh, pulling on my strings
I could swear I'm in control
I could make a judge convinced
But, I know my spirit quit
I don't wanna be, your bargaining chip
The organ please, s no one
The piano is pulling teeth
The guitar is strung with nothing
And never makes a beep it's only now I laugh
While the master takes a break
Who's counting all those tickets
Who's drooling on the stage
The sound men are all gone
The curtain still remains
It hides the puppeteer
Oh, pulling on my strings
I could swear I'm in control
I could make a judge convinced
But, I know my spirit quit
I don't wanna be, your bargaining chip
The stage hands are all gone
The curtain still remains
It hides the puppeteer pulling on my strings
I could swear I'm in control
I could make a judge convinced
But, I know that my spirit quit
I don't wanna be, your bargaining chip
Your bargaining chip