other side of the show

the accusations are starting
so this should be a good one
this is were he starts shouting at himself
telling him he’s rotten
he jumps upon his shoulders
he even kicks him in his head
he really doesn’t like him
and he’s only in the bed
he’s done nothing it true
he’s just lies there like a child
but he’s a dirty little bastard
and i don’t like the way he smiles

so we wrestle a little 
and fall to the ground
and tumble around the bend
he jumps up and says i’m out of here
i say: but i’m your friend
we fought and fought and in the end
i agreed it was the best
that we separate forever 
and never stand the test
of time to see what could become
if we hung to the end
to watch one fall
the other send
all his grief to the universe
all his smiles to the past
all his hope for forever, in the future
hanging on

there’s a vacuum from here to there
and i’m going to jump it
and you’re going to stare
down i’m going to tumble
into the glen
right at the bottom there’s a silly looking gent
he picks me up and dusts me off
and sends me on my way
i’ve been wondering for years
if i was gay
but i made it to the city
i borrowed all i could 
i took it to some mischief
i burnt some in the wood
i run around a lot 
had far too many dances
but never ever took any dangerous chances

i made it to here, and now there’s a limp
stupid rhythm, i think it’s been sent
from a child’s hidden vest
in the ruin by the way
nobody could find it 
it was buried ‘neath the hay

well the story ain’t so true
nobody ever was there
the farmer always worked the field
he didn’t really care
when it was all over
the farmer wasn’t really sad 
he walked to the village 
and drank on the mat

there’s a bubbling in the glass
that’s a bubbling in your head
drank my fill of it yesterday
made me think i’d hit
head was going to explode
heart follow through
started to dance and wiggle
like you do
i only wanted to lay down the drink
to stop it from happening
stopping me from think
but i was addicted
to somebody else’s brew
i would drink and drink and drink
like you told me to
i picked up another ruin
i said to myself
well blimey mister, i’m no elf
i’m no king of ruin, i’m no underneath
its anybody’s guess what’s going to speak
that chances are chaotic
he has to say
its a dangerous game to follow
a crazy one to play
and if you’re going to play it
i’ll tell you what to do
don’t follow the rules like they tell you to
read the book yourself
its sitting on your shelf
been there for years
makes you think there’s nothing to fear
deep breath to take
this one’s a costly tune
this one’s going to pay outside
if you can pull it off mister
it’ll break you, you know?
can you see the other side 
of the show?