Fine Excuses – The Playground Face lyrics

Circus maximus
Daily dues
You’re going to rue the day you lose

Hold the candle first
And slate it if it doesn't hurt
This is an invitation
To let the playground burn

I never said that I would
Just stay still
Just stay put

Sociopathically minded man
On the path to pathogen
Are we spreadeagled in your plans?
What when time becomes a tide on your hands?

Hold the candle first
And slate it if it doesn't hurt
This is an invitation
To let the playground burn

I never said that I would
Just stay still
Just stay put

You’ve got a lot to sell
Gawky and unwell
You’ve never seen hell

Now break me off the gold
I’m feeling undersold
Good lord, I’m getting old!

Now those idiots just get fenced in
Just get fenced in
And the cry goes all about –

Toys out!
Toys out!