through this backway we see how the alley is born,
where the rats lay in poison
and are poison for the rest and evermore and nevermore
how many people see the invisible lives
of those who live in spite
of the ghosts and horrors that rise
from smoking potholes that seem to smother themselves alive
this man you see is not a monster
hollow, white face pained inside
to see him bleed rosebuds is divine
to see him cry will break you everytime
--
I am the mime
I break your heart everytime
I am the pharoah and anything goes
And everything froze before my eyes.
--
through the hallway, the doors are choking--broken from
the stone foot kick of an angry father
restoring his power
or what is left of the crumbs
what is left in these slums.
outside the dance we do is not a happy one
the street choir's high-strung
with no mouth to speak
the truth is bleeding out
the street's a bleeding mouth
and we'll always be the doubted ones.
--
I am the mime
I break your heart everytime
I am the pharoah and anything goes
And everything froze before my eyes.
--
where are we going to?
where do these streets lead to?
--
through this backway we see how the alley is born,
where the rats lay in poison
and are poison for the rest and evermore and nevermore
will we ever get back what we want of you
we're selling ourselves thin
walking the streets
we're just the men
the ghosts of men
and we'll always be the doubted ones.