West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band - 1906

A circus light keeps flashing
A stone crumbled and fell
Steel beams snap like toothpicks
I don't feel well

Many strangers have arrived
Wearing immense black capes
Selling buttons at my door
I don't feel well

See the frightened foxes
See the hunchback in the park
He is blind, and can't run for cover
I don't feel well

Hear my master's ugly voice
See the the teeth-marks on my leash
Only freaks know all the answers
I don't feel well