Beans and the Grinder Lyrics

Wake up, what is this place?
Tokyo or Thunder Bay?
Have I been here before?
Guess someone's keeping the score
Someone thinks I know her name
But everybody looks the same
I'm staring at the floor
With one eye on the door

Hiding out in the sun
The show must go on

I recall a circus horse
Foaming mouth, down on all fours
Declared unfit for war
It's the stage or abattoir

Hiding out in the sun
The show must go on
For years I've been on the run
The show must go on

The circus is closing
This horse needs a hosing
To forget the reminder
The circus is closing
I'm rubbing my nose in
The beans & the grinder