Waltz Once upon a time you dressed so fine through the bombs a dime in your prime, didn't you? You used to know that everybody that was hanging out bound on the old gates were all happy You don't see so crowded by having to be scrounging your wife, miss no the compromise with the mystery in Only a tram, but now you realize that she's avideling too high above the last gate And now you're under it, to have to gather you and the judges are the clowns The clowns were in constant trouble, you never understood that it ain't no better than you Shandead and other hardwainers to cover, that he really wasn't set up after all To be so amazed in a poem in God's name and the language that he used to just to inside You better be cool, Zee, you can't refuse when you ain't got nothing, you got nothing to lose You're invisible now, you've got no secrets to conceal