You were standing in the rain
Fistful of lilies
Do you remember Montauk
Do you remember the milkshakes
This town is made of flypaper
The mobile home is on fire
Cracks in the pavement
And the beauty queen is a magpie
And you
You are the jester
There's a storm cloud in the oven
Living dead on the radio
The mayor chokes on mothballs
There's teardrops in the stew
Lampshade on the sun
And the rivers flow reversed
There's a trapdoor in the attic
And the preacher is a flight risk
And you
You are the jester