| Lyrics: | Four o'clock in the afternoon
and I didn't feel like very much.
I said to myself, "Where
are you golden boy,
where is your famous golden touch?"
I thought you knew where
all
of the elephants lie down,
I thought you were the crown prince
of all the wheels in Ivory
Town.
Just take a look at your body now,
there's nothing much to save
and a bitter
voice in the mirror cries,
"Hey, Prince, you need a shave."
Now if you can manage to
get
your trembling fingers to behave,
why don't you try unwrapping
a stainless steel
razor blade?
That's right, it's come to this,
yes it's come to this,
and wasn't it a
long way down,
wasn't it a strange way down?
There's no hot water
and the cold
is running thin.
Well, what do you expect from
the kind of places you've been living
in?
Don't drink from that cup,
it's all caked and cracked along the rim.
That's not
the electric light, my friend,
that is your vision growing dim.
Cover up your face with
soap, there,
now you're Santa Claus.
And you've got a gift for anyone
who will give
you his applause.
I thought you were a racing man,
ah, but you couldn't take the
pace.
That's a funeral in the mirror
and it's stopping at your face.
That's right,
it's come to this,
yes it's come to this,
and wasn't it a long way down,
ah wasn't it
a strange way down?
Once there was a path
and a girl with chestnut hair,
and
you passed the summers
picking all of the berries that grew there;
there were times she
was a woman,
oh, there were times she was just a child,
and you held her in the
shadows
where the raspberries grow wild.
And you climbed the twilight mountains
and
you sang about the view,
and everywhere that you wandered
love seemed to go along with
you.
That's a hard one to remember,
yes it makes you clench your fist.
And then the
veins stand out like highways,
all along your wrist.
And yes it's come to this,
it's
come to this,
and wasn't it a long way down,
wasn't it a strange way down?
You
can still find a job,
go out and talk to a friend.
On the back of every
magazine
there are those coupons you can send.
Why don't you join the
Rosicrucians,
they can give you back your hope,
you can find your love with
diagrams
on a plain brown envelope.
But you've used up all your coupons
except the
one that seems
to be written on your wrist
along with several thousand dreams.
Now
Santa Claus comes forward,
that's a razor in his mit;
and he puts on his dark
glasses
and he shows you where to hit;
and then the cameras pan,
the stand in stunt
man,
dress rehearsal rag,
it's just the dress rehearsal rag,
you know this dress
rehearsal rag,
it's just a dress rehearsal rag |
