You sit and deliver the bad news It's time to re-silver your old tunes. Staple the corners, throw rocks at the dormer stone, See the sliver for the bruise. The boy with such sad wings should stay off tall buildings and keep away from high wires. No circus left to join and nobody; Just Des Moines; Thirty-five lies and your besides No star in the east But airplanes at least Who crash your party If you say sorry If you say sorry Twenty times around the block Twice on every speed I've got (x20)