Witch's Broom

A circle of cronies

One of them speaks

While others listen

While the others listen

A lamp shines on them

But their halo of light

Their halo of light leaves most in the dark

I'm tired of listening

So tired of nodding

Tired of understanding

Tired of the joking

Tired of you speaking

So tired of tiring

I'm tired of tiring

So tired of tiring

You may be the men with the big cigars

Smoke heavy in the room

Blurring scars and faces

You may be the men with the big cigars

Smoke heavy in the room

Blurring scars and faces

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Qui est out qui est in

Get out of the spotlight

Withdraw into the night

I'm tired of listening

So tired of nodding

Tired of understanding

Tired of the joking

Tired of you speaking

I'm tired of tiring

So tired of tiring

I'm tired of tiring

You may be the men with the big cigars

Smoke heavy in the room

Blurring scars and faces

You may be the men with the big cigars

Smoke heavy in the room

Blurring scars and faces

But I am the one with the shiny car

Look at my witch's broom

Taking off into space

Look at my witch's broom

Taking off, taking off into space