Lyrics

Strike the balance beam with your face
The music swells like bruises
Wipe the slate so clean that from space
they'll see through your excuses

Though you holler, I won't pay
any dollar any day of the weakling

Check the balance beam for a ring
around the cholera - now
specks let down the team, so don't bring
your human heart here no how.

One potato to another
There's no way to save a smothered weaklinlg.

Lose your balance beam -- it's a stick
stuck in the mud of madness
Choose to cross the stream -- it's not sick
to lose your public address.

Night's red sky might lead to rain, so
this week cry, but catch that train -- next week sing.