Buddy Wakefield - Cannonball Man (Remake) lyrics

[Tim Sanders] I am not Genghis Khan in a feverish state I'm not even Genghis Khan in a wheelchair I am not the loaded gun. I'm useless unless you're performing experiments On the cowardly and inane. I am the bottle rocket slow motion I'm writing this as an excuse to leave the lights on I'm not writing this to step into the ring With anybody except myself. And, even then, I'm going down in the second round. I'm not singing to the stars outside the window I'm not at the street corner Daring life to take its best shot at me. Snatching fireflies from the nighttime Tossin' 'em down like Boston Baked Beans I'm really not going to point out to left field To indicate a home run. I am lighting fuses for the Cannonball Man I am listening to the bam crack calamity boom boom Of the typewriter machine go go go Like its got answers Like it's not just Oz behind the curtain Like it's a fully automatic weapon Shining at high noon With the clink clink clink of my spurs Outside the saloon I can do anything. I, I can do anything. [Buddy Wakefield] On the edge of my seat At the end of my rope Where riddles bloom, where answers fold I got a 20 year story still to be told About a Cannonball Man in a circus side show. Now that motherf**er was ready to explode He had pressure pouring in from every hole they lit his fuse, they watched him blow But where he's gonna stop, nobody knows Because they shot him off over the seas and the plains Like lilacs across the sky Like a dove inside the flames On a candlewax train to paradise But distance, man it began to spread Between the flight of his feet And the weight of head And as he curled it all up between his knees He caught wads of sun breaking up in the weeds Goddamn that Cannonball man on ground Because the rise and fall is so profound Then 2,000 clowns want to pile from a car With stretcher of mismatched cannonball parts But no he picked up his brains, his eyes, his teeth He gathered his words and made it all speak And then he backed off the show with a well-lit fuse And stuffed himself down in a cannonball tube. And with a free man's grin He took to flight Right past the battling birds in the night Who had cannonball eyes, cannonball teeth, cannonball balls, and cannonball wings. And with cannonballs stuck between their beaks They all shot down and they broke on the streets And as I looked up with feathers in my eyes. On the edge of my seat at the end of the line I saw lilacs humming across the sky And a cannonball inside the flames On a candlewax train to paradise.