Subway Clown

Wires and wires and wires of nerves
Leading to the manic mind which it serves
Giving it the just deserts it deserves
They help him hear what is not heard

Ideas and ideas and ideas fill the head
Everything must be written and said
Dangling sanity by a thin thread
Slave to his brain and body that lie dead

Walls and walls and walls but no door
He is the subway clown you ignore
He is still the son you love and adore
But you'll never see him anytime anymore

Eyes and Eyes and Eyes that surround
The CIA, FBI, and Big Brother all around
There are cables and wires inside the ground
So he was told by the voices that don't make a sound