Twisted And Bent - The Trash Can Sinatras

I come aboard

I sing a lament

The world isn’t round

It’s Twisted and Bent

But to face doom in a sock-stenched room all by myself

Is the kind of fate I never contemplate

That reminds me of the time I felt

It’s time for sin and catholic guilt

Two years later to the day

I had reason to confess

With her hair a shining shade

Of bus-conductress blonde

Tales of music and movement

Were told in grip and groan

But to put these thoughts

In songs like theirs

Of the honest truth

There’d be no trace

Just lying out loud

Good God give me strength to face another lazy day of If I was a millionaire I’d be a million miles from here

You came into my life like a brick through a window

And I cracked a smile

I know her face so well

Although the color of her eyes

Escapes me for the moment

Though her embrace

Is like being short-changed

But if I knew what made carpets fly

I wouldn’t be sitting here

Twiddling my thumbs

I’d threadbare my soul

And wheedle my way

Into other people’s lives

And out of my own

So typical — a battle of wits

And I’ve come half prepared

Now we raised a toast to celebrate

As December’s embers fade

But every fire is just a hoax

For January’s little joke

Halfway to paralyzed my understudy’s eyes grew tired

Every actor hides a heckle,

doctor hydes a jekyll

See through my disguise

But I forget the conversation we had

I don’t remember what you said or did

That made you so attractive

I’m immortal

And that’s no life at all