by the big wheel generator
     a boy is stabbed
     and his money is grabbed
     and the air hangs heavy like a dulling wine
     she is famous
     she is funny
     an engagement ring
     doesn't mean a thing
     to a mind consumed by brass(money)
     and though I walk home alone
     my faith in love is still devout
     the last night at the fair
     from a seat on a whirling waltzer
     her skirt ascends for a watching eye
     it's a hideous trait( on her mother's side)
     and though  I walk home alone
     my faith in love is still devout
     then someone falls in love
     and someone's beaten up
     and the senses being dulled are mine
     and someone falls in love
     someone's beaten up
     and the senses being dulled are mine
     and though I walk home alone
     my faith in love is still devout
     this is the last night of the fair
     and the grease in the hair
     of a speedway operator
     is all a tremulous heart requires
     a schoolgirl is denied
     she said "How quickly would I die
     if I jumped from the top of the parachutes?"
     this is the last night of the fair
     and the grease in the hair
     of a speedway operator
     is all a tremulous heart requires
     a schoolgirl is denied
     she said "How quickly would I die
     if I jumped from the top of the parachutes?"
     scratch my name on your arm with a fountain pen
     (this means you really love me)
     scratch my name on your arm with a fountain pen
     (this means you really love me)
     and though I walk home alone
     my faith in love is still devout