VERSE 1:
hang around and count the crows
wich are leaving straight above my head, just to go
scenery has changed to trist
evenings red-light for my oneman-show, for today
VERSE 2:
it's my freak-show for today
come inside and get the last few seats, all sold out
know your wicked for a scandal
see a man who shoots a bullet through his head, live'n loud
BRIDGE:
and my audience 's the grass
and some eagles are security
and my stadium of trees
keeps inside my stage of fallen leaves
CHORUS:
this is live, no radio no tv
this is what you wanted
this is true, no actors it's just me
this is what you wanted