Intro >F >F    Verse Through the rain and all the clatter Under the Fremont bridge I saw a pigeon fly Fly in fear from the raptor come to take its life And as it closed in for the capture I funnelled the fear through my ancient eyes To see in flight what I know are The bitter mechanics of life Under my hat it reads "the lines are all imagined"   A fact of life I know to hide from my little girls I know my place amongst the bugs and all the animals And it’s from these ordinary people You are longing to be free My hotel and on the TV A preacher on the stage like a buzzard cries Our a warning of phony sorrow. He’s trying to get a rise. The cyanide of an almond Let him look at your hands get the angles right Ace of spades Port of Morrow life is death is life. I saw a photograph; Cologne in ?27 And then a postcard after the bombs in ?45 Must have been a world of evil clowns that let it happen But now I recognise dear listeners That you were there and so was I Instrumental:         (2x) Under my hat I know the lines are all imagined   A fact of life I must impress on my little girls I know my place amongst the creatures in the pageant And there are flowers in the garbage And a skull under your curls Instrumental:         (Repeat instrumental break until fade)