Lightshow
Robert Pollard
In his mirror a laughing king
His courtyard crawling
Howling clowns at his side
There are no blanks in this boy's rifle
Cocked and loaded
Fist and fingers white
Back and forth
When now they bring his cape, crown and mask
Blazing heavy
Angels all around him
Such paradise would surely
Make him frown and fall
He glows
Exposed
Transformed
He knows
Tries rockin' and spits up something foul
No stopping the kicking stillborn now
'Cause they're men first
And they grow up fast on the side
In the lightshow
Where there's no place left you can hide