Žodžiai dainai: Firewater. The Man On The Burning Tightrope.

(Is everybody In? Is everybody In?)

Well once upon a time,
There was a happy ever aftter to this story
But you wont hear one today

The man is sweating bullets
And his heart beats out a cold tattoo
As the band begins to play

So everybody wont you stand
Wont you give a big hand
To the man on the burning tightrope

Hes always walked this tightrope
Between the devil and the deep blue sea
A monkey on a wire

But hes drunk his cup of sorrow
Hes thrown his curses at the moon
Manifestos on the fire
So everybody stand
Everybody wont you give a big hand
To the man on the burning tightrope

Cmon people
Lets hear it!
Put your hands together
For the one, the only, The dying man
On the burning tightrope!

He could'a been somebody
He could'a been somebody else
Yes it could of been much worse
But now the show's over people
Theres really nothing more to see
Hope you got your moneys worth
So everybody stand everybody wont you give a big hand
To the man on the burning tightrope!

(Is it just me, or is it getting a little hot in here?)
(Inch by inch, mile by mile, day by day, year by year)
(C'mon people, put your hands together, and pray)