Hoisted high now,

they’re waiting for you to come down

What’s good is gone

and gone is what they long to be

No compliments

for the broken instruments

A scream is heard

and herded toward the back is she

In the top stall

a butcher starts a brawl

And thrown is he

toppling from the balcony

At the house’s mercy

the conjurer’s thread grows bare

Call for the understudy

have you seen him anywhere?

At the house’s mercy

not one step ahead

Call for the confederates

at least they know they’re misled

Let them stare through

no impromptu

What did they pay for?

What did they stay for?

Let them burn through

there’s no trick to undo

What did they pay for?

What did they stay for?