Four oclock in the afternoon And I didnt feel like very much I said to myself Where are you golden boy Where is your famous golden touch? I thought you knew where All of the elephants lie down I thought you were the crown prince Of all the wheels in Ivory Town Just take a look at your body now Theres nothing much to save And a bitter voice in the mirror cries Hey, Prince, you need a shave. Now if you can manage to get Your trembling fingers to behave Why dont you try unwrapping A stainless steel razor blade? Thats right, its come to this Yes its come to this And wasnt it a long way down Wasnt it a strange way down? Theres no hot water And the cold is running thin Well, what do you expect from The kind of places youve been living in? Dont drink from that cup Its all caked and cracked along the rim Thats not the electric light, my friend That is your vision growing dim Cover up your face with soap, there Now youre Santa Claus And youve got a gift for anyone Who will give you his applause I thought you were a racing man Ah, but you couldnt take the pace Thats a funeral in the mirror And its stopping at your face Thats right, its come to this Yes its come to this And wasnt it a long way down Ah, wasnt it a strange way down? Once there was a path And a girl with chestnut hair And you passed the summers Picking all of the berries that grew there There were times she was a woman Oh, there were times she was just a child And you held her in the shadows Where the raspberries grow wild And you climbed the twilight mountains And you sang about the view And everywhere that you wandered Love seemed to go along with you Thats a hard one to remember Yes it makes you clench your fist And then the veins stand out like highways All along your wrist And yes its come to this Its come to this And wasnt it a long way down Wasnt it a strange way down? You can still find a job Go out and talk to a friend On the back of every magazine There are those coupons you can send Why dont you join the Rosicrucians They can give you back your hope You can find your love with diagrams On a plain brown envelope But youve used up all your coupons Except the one that seems To be written on your wrist Along with several thousand dreams Now Santa Claus comes forward Thats a razor in his mit And he puts on his dark glasses And he shows you where to hit And then the cameras pan The stand in stunt man Dress rehearsal rag Its just the dress rehearsal rag You know this dress rehearsal rag Its just a dress rehearsal rag
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