Parasite [Version (a)]:
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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