Jack Bruce - How's Tricks lyrics

The white hand in the darkened house Rings a bell that makes the guests drop their cases in fright A face that seems to laugh alone Sits in the flames that warm the frozen stretches of night The skeleton that smokes His head half guillotined Sits there telling jokes About places he has cleaned How's tricks? How's tricks? What kicks! It sticks. Loud ticks... The bow tie and the question mark Set sail to beat the cards that rain around the chorus girls The bullets from the golden gun Appear to penetrate the flesh below the golden curls Inside the clear white box Lies a nervous bathing belle She hope's he'll find the locks That free her from the world How's tricks? How's tricks? What kicks! It sticks. Loud ticks... The rabbit with the faded smile Is listening to the artist playing in the mirrored room The albums of forgotten songs Grow dusty in the floodlit shelves somewhwre below the moon Owls sit on the letters Of his last name in lights Demons and pacesetters Laugh into the night How's tricks? How's tricks? What kicks! It sticks. Loud ticks...