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THE POORHOUSE

The candles flicker dangerously low
Yeah near extinguished in this house
The chimneys have near grown stone cold
The ash lies cold upon the hearth
As everybody knows there is no smoke without a fire

Feel a chill feel a chill
Deep inside these bones
I feel a chill
Feel it spreading
Spreading now
I think I’m getting old

What is magic what is madness
But a filter when the pressure gets too great
Only the rich only the well to do
Reserve the right
The right the sovereign right to be insane

Personality flamboyance eccentricity
They lead in truth much more than often
To the poorhouse to the gutter
To the poorhouse to the gutter than the stars
To broad acceptance to the stars
To recognition to the stars the road to fame

I’m standing on the threshold
At a crossroads call it what you damn well like
The hurricane blew more
Than just mere bricks and timbers down
I’m going to have to fold my hand
For as I stated there can be no smoke without a fire

Feel a chill feel a chill
Deep inside these bones
I feel a chill
Feel it spreading
Spreading now
I know I’m getting old

What is magic what is madness
But a filter when the pressure gets too great
Only the rich only the well to do
Reserve the right
The right the sovereign right to be insane

Personality flamboyance eccentricity
They lead in truth much more than often
To the poorhouse to the gutter
To the poorhouse to the gutter than the stars
To broad acceptance to the stars
To recognition to the stars the road to fame

The price is high
To generate this kind of electricity

















THE POORHOUSE

The candles flicker dangerously low
Yeah near extinguished in this house
The chimneys have near grown stone cold
The ash lies cold upon the hearth
As everybody knows there is no smoke without a fire

Feel a chill feel a chill
Deep inside these bones
I feel a chill
Feel it spreading
Spreading now
I think I’m getting old

What is magic what is madness
But a filter when the pressure gets too great
Only the rich only the well to do
Reserve the right
The right the sovereign right to be insane

Personality flamboyance eccentricity
They lead in truth much more than often
To the poorhouse to the gutter
To the poorhouse to the gutter than the stars
To broad acceptance to the stars
To recognition to the stars the road to fameA

I’m standing on the threshold
At a crossroads call it what you damn well like
The hurricane blew more
Than just mere bricks and timbers down
I’m going to have to fold my hand
For as I stated there can be no smoke without a fire

Feel a chill feel a chill
Deep inside these bones
I feel a chill
Feel it spreading
Spreading now
I know I’m getting old

What is magic what is madness
But a filter when the pressure gets too great
Only the rich only the well to do
Reserve the right
The right the sovereign right to be insane

Personality flamboyance eccentricity
They lead in truth much more than often
To the poorhouse to the gutter
To the poorhouse to the gutter than the stars
To broad acceptance to the stars
To recognition to the stars the road to fame

The price is high
To generate this kind of electricity







































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