He's a man of the grain Wears his robe of burly pain Bowls the town for alcohol Chewed up his name and he sold it all Perched it up for sale He turned the light out He turned the sign down farewell goodnight The awning falls flat and the clocks are spinning Bowl the town for alcohol you are what i need He resides in a carnival turns the pages And mocks it all he's a martyr with a wide rope Turns his head to watch it fall Hacked his hand through the toil He's a product of failed love
