The Lion Tamer
Endlessly floating in nowehere
I was called by a moan of delight
And I began my journey there
a rushing tumultuous flight.
And I began my journey there
to the hips that heave in the lions lair
to the lips that leave a promise fair
upon my gilded brow.
The old cages creak beneath
the turning waking beasts
the ancient stars wink through the bars
and weep at their retreat.
Too late too late I have begun
my journey to the sun
Too late too late the morning comes
caught twixt wall and gun.
Roll up roll up roll up
A doll for the lady is first prize
Roll up roll up roll up
it's almost real the way it cries.
I was born on the edge of winter
on the eve of destruction
on the night
the lion tamer died.