lyrics
One of these magicians is bound to get it right
Another damn musician in the middle of the night
The whores are stumbling out from the darkness of their rooms
The whole town's looking up the street to see what he can do
CHORUS
He throws the goat, throw the goat!
Let's get the people swaying
Throw the goat, throw the goat!
Rock out like we're praying
Throw the goat, throw the goat!
No time can be wasted
We're watching history make itself
Lets strip our souls buck naked!
The magician lifts his hand not once but twice and a third time
The tightrope walker is holding fast to the arms of the bird man
The crowd is hushed and still again, no one knows what we're needing
Except some goddamn magic fast so we don't forget we're living
CHORUS
He reaches in his pocket, silver flashes in his hand
Smoke curls from his fingers like a shotgun on the lam
A smile across his face as he tips his flask and drinks
"A toast!" he yells "To rock and roll!" and then begins to sing...
CHORUS
credits
from
Live at the Boxcar,
released 12 October 2011
John Flaw: guitar, vocals
Emchy: accordion, vocals
Hans Winold, upright bass
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