Clown & Bard

Her Grandfather opened the trust fund
In a Baltimore account
But she was six months in the Paris of the Eastern Bloc
By the time it ran out

Oh well I met her in a filthy basement where a fat man ran the bar
She said "If you're gonna drink that green stuff you've got to light it on fire."

Guess she knew me pretty well
Despite the question that I ducked
She said "You'll like it here Prague's like Disneyland for the terminally fucked."
But it don't fool me cause I can see
All this beauty's just a trap set to kill

Then she grabbed my hand tight said "Let me show you the light from the top of the castle hill.'
I don't know why
I find leaving so hard
And I'm so down
Hanging around at the Clown and Bard

Well the water in the river's as dirty as the cows
But it shines so pretty at night
But when I held her head as she puked absinthe off the Charles Bridge
It was a tender and a glamorous sight

We kept up the charade just as long as we could
Till I had to get back in the van
She said "I'd like to come with ya' but I'm saving up for Baltimore as soon as I can."
And I'm so down
Hanging around at the Clown and Bard

When I got back into town she wasn't hard to track down
Though they'd moved her down a couple of floors
Cold and half dead on the unmade bed
Trying to squeeze the speed out through her pours

I offered to buy her a one-way back stateside
But I cried, begged, pleaded in vain
She said "I don't think that I have an urge to die. I really just can't explain"
I don't know why I find leaving so hard
And I'm so down
Hanging around at the Clown and Bard

And I'm so down
Hanging around at the Clown and Bard