VERSE 1:
Hang around and count the crows
Wich are leaving straight above my head, just to go
Scenery has changed to trist
Evenings red-light for my oneman-show, for today
VERSE 2:
It's my freak-show for today
Come inside and get the last few seats, all sold out
Know your wicked for a scandal
See a man who shoots a bullet through his head, live'n loud
BRIDGE:
And my audience 's the grass
And some eagles are security
And my stadium of trees
Keeps inside my stage of fallen leaves
CHORUS:
This is live, no radio no tv
This is what you wanted
This is true, no actors it's just me
This is what you wanted