Here come the bootmen and the rabbit clowns
Don't look them in the eye
In this town called Delegate

They'll do you every time
go and close the blinds and lock the doors
those outsiders have thieving paws

the flannel men and short boys
Come marching into town


you'll fit right in with your miserable heart
your flag tattooed to your chest all tight
woe begone


the people who have lost the most
are the ones who hate the least

The poor souls who have pawned their legs
have got the cleanest feet


you'll fit right in with your miserable heart