From the recording Brown Bottle Flu
Lyrics
The Thief, The Maid, and The Magician
Well The Thief is smoking cigarettes, though he's been quit for years I guess
The Maid is in the pantry leaking dry
In the hall the silence looms, the bed is like an empty tomb,
Welcome, Lazarus, aint ya got the sense to die?
Well it's round and round and round it goes, the will of the kaleidoscope
The Magician, he just winks an eye. Says “Boy you lost 'fore you ever played
The Madmen take the lower grade, but The Dealer, he always wins high
The coins fall out of your empty cup like a boxer who has had enough
the maid she run and took 'em on the fly
The Thief he stands with pockets ripped, his fingers flex with rage and grip
the things that drip from the corner of his eyes
Well it's round and round and round it goes, the will of the kaleidoscope
The Dealer, he just winks an eye. Says “Boy you lost 'fore you ever played
The Madmen take the lower grade, but The Dealer, he always wins high
Job he tried to beat the deck, The Magician bared his fangs and checked
And Job he crumbled like a twig gone dry
And here among the lonely halls, The Thief he drinks and climbs the walls
And The Maid she just took off for the sky.
Well it's round and round and round it goes, the will of the kaleidoscope
The Magician, he just winks an eye. Says “Boy you lost 'fore you ever played
The Madmen take the lower grade, but The Dealer, he always wins high
Well it's round and round and round it goes, the will of the kaleidoscope
The Magician, he just winks an eye. Says “Boy you lost 'fore you ever played
The Madmen take the lower grade, but The Dealer, he always wins high