Lyrics

Sitting pretty close to the curb, I could hope for a bus, I could hope for a miracle
What a city built on the graves of pirates, and slaves, and common man criminals
I remember when I was there, went from couch to couch, with the tramps and the transients
Never gets to far away, will I see you again

You're my entertainment
And I am your audience
And we must get on with this
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Pick a number pick a seat for a show about you that I'm sure you'll find interesting
Come and get your lab coats clean we're conducting a series of secret experiments
They're recruiting the farmer's kids, I'm expecting your call, I'm a freak for your fantasy
Never gets too far away, it's as though I can turn you on

You're my entertainment
And I am your audience
And we must get on with this
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Sitting pretty close to the curb I could hope for a bus I could hope for a miracle
Never gets to far away, will I see you again

You're my entertainment
And I am your audience
And we must get on with this
Showtime

May be a good time, may be a bad time, there ain't no time
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If we got a good time

Trivia

• Appeared as a bonus track on Japanese release of The Silver Lining.

Appearances

• On the album The Silver Lining.