Parasite - Nick Drake

Lifting the mask from a local clown

Feeling down like him

Seeing the light in a station bar

And travelling far in sin

Sailing downstairs to the northern line

Watching the shine of the shoes

And hearing the trial of the people there

Who’s to care if they lose?

And take a look: you may see me on the ground

For I am the parasite of this town

Dancing a jig in a church with chimes

A sign of the times today

And hearing no bell from a steeple tall

People all in dismay

Falling so far on a silver spoon

Making the moon for fun

And changing a rope for a size too small

People all get hung

Take a look and see me coming through

For I am the parasite who travels two by two

Lifting the mask from a local clown

And feeling down like him

I’m seeing the light in a station bar

And travelling far in sin

And I’m sailing downstairs to the northern line

Watching the shine of the shoes

And hearing the trials of the people there

Who’s to care if they lose?

And take a look: you may see me on the ground

For I am the parasite of this town

And take a look: you may see me in the dirt

I am the parasite who hangs from your skirt

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