I hear strange sounds
In the voices that come from the clowns
Who dressed up as snakes
To fight for their stake in the town
I feel heat, it pounds
On the streets where they fight for the crown
And everyday I pull further away
From the crowd
To the life that lives in my head
But has no feet on the ground
Of the love filled streets where
The pa**ing people smile you down
And all those nice ideas
That don't stick around here
Doesn't that competing bullsh** drag you down?
Do the things you're needing
Make the things you're feeling count?
And when you've k**ed every last man standing
Will you look around
To see that your fears
Didn' t go down with the crowd