Lifting the mask from a local clown   Feeling down like him   Seeing the light in a station bar   And traveling far in sin      Sailing downstairs to the northern line   Watching the shine of the shoes   And hearing the trials of the people there   Who's to care if they lose      And take a look you may see me on the ground   For I am the parasite of this town      Dancing a jig in a church with chimes   A sign of times today   And hearing no bell from a steeple tall   People all in dismay      Falling so far on a silver spoon   Making the moon for fun   And changing a rope for a size too small   People all get hung      Take a look you may see me coming through   For I am the parasite who travels two by two      When lifting the mask from a local clown   And feeling down like him   And I'm seeing the light in a station bar   And traveling far in sin      And I'm sailing downstairs to the northern line   Watching the shine of the shoes   And hearing the trials of the people there   Who's to care if they lose      Take a look you may see me on the ground   For I am the parasite of this town      And take a look you may see me in the dirt   For I am the parasite who hangs from your skirt