The Illusionist from Fail Better by Moonraker
Tracklist
| 10. | The Illusionist | 2:59 |
Lyrics
"The Illusionist"
A grown man crying in the driver seat
of a car that's registered to me
can pull a tablecloth out without breaking a plate,
but when you pull out the rug I'll land flat on my face.
With a flick of my wrist, and some pupil dilation
I could solve all my problems, but not the equations
or reach in this hat and pull out a prescription
to deal with my issues, cause I've got subscriptions.
White doves, red herrings.
Black lungs, dead canaries.
There's nothing up my sleeve,
there's nothing in my pockets. I'm in too deep to leave.
A delivery boy in borrowed dress shoes
sweating his way through this interview
in a shirt that his mother had to help him iron,
whose particular skill set won't help him get hired.
She's in distress, but I'm in Nebraska
and I called her back, but it could have been faster.
When I snap my fingers her smile will disappear...
Abra-fucking-cadabra.
And I would saw myself in half
if it would warrant a room full of claps.
Yeah, I would saw myself in half
for half a bar full of half-hearted pats on the back.
White doves, red herrings.
Black lungs, dead canaries.
There's nothing up my sleeve,
there's nothing in my pockets. I'm in too deep to leave.
And that's fine by me.
