1906 - The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band

A circus light keeps flashing

A stone crumbled and fell

Steel beams snap like toothpicks

I don’t feel well

Many strangers have arrived

Wearing immense black boots

Selling buttons at my door

I don’t feel well

See the frightened foxes

See the hunchback in the park

He is blind and can’t run for cover

I don’t feel well

Hear my master’s ugly voice

See the teeth marks on my leash

Only freaks know all the answers

I don’t feel well