The last night of the fair
by the big wheel generator
a boy is stabbed
and his money is grabbed
and the air hangs heavy, like a dulling wine
she's famous, she's funny
an engagement ring
doesn't mean a thing
to a mind consumed by brass(money)
and though I walk home alone
my faith in love is still devout
the last night of the fair
from a seat on a whiring waltzer
her skirt ascends for a watching eye
its a hideous trait on her mothers side
and though I walk home alone
my faith is still devout
then someone falls in love
and someone's beaten up
and someone's beaten up
and the senses being dulled are mine
and someone falls in love
and someone's beaten up
and the senses being dulled are mine
and though I walk home alone
my faith in love is still devout
this is the last night of the fair
and the grease in the hair
of a speedway operator
is all a tremulous heart requires
a schoolgirl is denied
she said "How quickly would I die
if I jumped from the top of the parachutes?"
this is the last night of the fair
and the grease in the hair
of a speedway operator
is all a tremulous heart requires
a schoolgirl is denied
she said "How quickly would I die
if I jumped from the top of the parachutes?"
scratch my name on your arm with a fountain pen
(this means you really love me)
scratch my name on your arm with a fountain pen
(this means you really love me)
and though I walk home alone
my faith in love is still devout
