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Solitude in the ivory pool, with oily rags and painted hagsThere is no soil in this tired soulJust the thin breast bone of the invading stoneAnd out of the way, through the window deep in the clayWith slanted eyes and narrow handsThat gentleman's' face is sombre -capedSnug and still with his drum and billBlack as Death, and hot as Hell!I came looking for you, in famous hallsWith guns and celebration balls whereI dreamt I was a man, but now that dream is overThey numbered my bones and lest you forgetThe Flim Flam Man is part of the planFight all the goddams! Fight the Dancing Man!Fading in the mirror, follow in the flameAnd the blackness of your soul is the only goal you pay heed toMaster face, never let you down, we dreamSorrow day is upon us now, we dreamBuild it up then break it down, we dreamI dream From Letras Mania