Back then, when I could 'fly',
Before they clipped my wings,
I used to be that special guy
Who could do those fancy things...
But that was then and this is now;
I often sit and wonder how,
While Jacob strums on his guitar and Jerry sings...
I can no longer recall the words he said,
As my fist went crashing into the side of his head -
He fell right to the floor and just died!
Then I remembered her face,
The shame, the disgrace,
And how she'll never find a safe place to hide...
On that goddamn day,
I would've gotten away,
If Martha and Jenny hadn't lied!
The Judge was King, glaring back in rage,
And I, the Jester, centre-stage -
The verdict was but obvious all along!
Then I remembered her face,
The shame, the disgrace,
Yes, I was sure I'd done no wrong.
And on that fateful day,
As they were locking me away,
In my head, I was singing Jerry's song...
Back then, when I could 'fly',
Before they clipped my wings,
I used to be that 'special' guy
Who could do those 'fancy' things...
My past, severe, is still unclear;
I ask for yet another beer,
While Jacob strums on his guitar and Jerry sings...