The day is a bore
The night is a scream
Just pull a stool, dear
You'll see what I mean

Feet don't fail me now

The TV's aglow
The patrons are dim
So stiff in their movements
With yellowy grins

Meat won't let them down


CHORUS:
There goes the sun
Under the rug
Hands on the clock will stop
And shoulders will shrug
Up comes the moon
A lump in your throat
Saxophones screech before
Your dinner will choke

The suckers in here
Belong in cartoons
With piccolo soundtracks
Performed out of tune

Feet don't fail me now

The band is undead
And earning their keep
They play "Take the 'A' Train"
To put you to sleep

Meat won't let them down

CHORUS

Dips his fedora
Says "well, how do ya...?"
Look in the mirror
No one there but you
Can't believe it's true
When he smiles
His incisors will gleam and bleed

You've made it before
But never again
Mistake of assuming
You're dealing with men

Feet don't fail me now

The barkeep is pale
And raises a toast
The blood in his chaser
Should scare you the most

Feet don't fail me now

Meat won't let them down

You've made it before
But never again
Mistake of assuming
You're dealing with men

Feet don't fail me now

Meat won't let them down


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