Letra de Puncher's Parade
If you think that That would be the score You'll be wrong like never before Make the scene With lampshades and neckties Trumpet's for puncher's paradeLord of leaps and flying starts Leader in the dying arts Lash the eyes With dying plots to cry onStrange thing that anything at all Should happen to fall In place every time He does his own thing When no one's even noticingYou may take your happy pills You can keep your psycho thrills You can call a man a louse His happy house for saleGood kids Are always gonna make a star A smiling face every timeAthlete in bronze tan Statue of an army man