Thrupenny Tears Lyrics - Trash Can Sinatras

That reminds me of the time I felt 

It's time for sin and catholic guilt 

Two years later to the day 

I had reason to confess 

With her hair a shining shade 

Of bus-conductress blond 

Tales of music and movement 

Were told in grip and groan 

But to put these thoughts in songs like theirs 

Of the honest truth there'd be no trace 

Just lying out loud 

Meanwhile, I'm back here in wonderland 

A sorry sight with flowers in hand 

Pours his heart out till his thirst 

For college girls is satisfied 

Standing there with ego 

Proudly on tiptoe 

All the time I'm thinking 

Well, well, here we go 

Another perfect song of greed 

Brings the house down to its knees 

By dying out loud 

One more awful dancer 

Steptoe's son, a song and dance of love 

When I think of soap operas 

And what makes them so popular 

The answer's posing 

In front of my eyes 

Here comes our hero 

In 'Hand-me-downs' 

And he's strutting to the strain 

Of 'Send in the clowns' 

And troops his true colors 

When no one's around 

And his desktop tales 

Are the best around but 

Putting pain to paper reads 

Like a lunge at fame and greed 

Just crying out loud, yeah 

Yeah, yeah, yeah 

Yeah, yeah, yeah