Songtexte How's Tricks - Jack Bruce
                                                How's 
                                                Tricks
 
                                    
                                
                                                (Performed 
                                                By 
                                                Bruce, 
                                                Jack 
                                                Band)
 
                                    
                                
                                                The 
                                                white 
                                                hand 
                                                in 
                                                the 
                                                darkened 
                                                house
 
                                    
                                
                                                Rings 
                                                    a 
                                                bell 
                                                that 
                                                makes 
                                                the 
                                                guests 
                                                drop 
                                                their 
                                                cases 
                                                in 
                                                fright
 
                                    
                                
                                                    A 
                                                face 
                                                that 
                                                seems 
                                                to 
                                                laugh 
                                                alone
 
                                    
                                
                                                Sits 
                                                in 
                                                the 
                                                flames 
                                                that 
                                                warm 
                                                the 
                                                frozen 
                                                stretches 
                                                of 
                                                night
 
                                    
                                
                                                The 
                                                skeleton 
                                                that 
                                                smokes
 
                                    
                                
                                                His 
                                                head 
                                                half 
                                                guillotined
 
                                    
                                
                                                Sits 
                                                there 
                                                telling 
                                                jokes
 
                                    
                                
                                                About 
                                                places 
                                                he 
                                                has 
                                                cleaned
 
                                    
                                
                                                How's 
                                                tricks? 
                                                How's 
                                                tricks?
 
                                    
                                
                                                What 
                                                kicks! 
                                                It 
                                                sticks.
 
                                    
                                
                                                Loud 
                                                ticks 
..                                                .
 
                                    
                                
                                                The 
                                                bow 
                                                tie 
                                                and 
                                                the 
                                                question 
                                                mark
 
                                    
                                
                                                Set 
                                                sail 
                                                to 
                                                beat 
                                                the 
                                                cards 
                                                that 
                                                rain 
                                                around 
                                                the 
                                                chorus 
                                                girls
 
                                    
                                
                                                The 
                                                bullets 
                                                from 
                                                the 
                                                golden 
                                                gun
 
                                    
                                
                                                Appear 
                                                to 
                                                penetrate 
                                                the 
                                                flesh 
                                                below 
                                                the 
                                                golden 
                                                curls
 
                                    
                                
                                                Inside 
                                                the 
                                                clear 
                                                white 
                                                box
 
                                    
                                
                                                Lies 
                                                    a 
                                                nervous 
                                                bathing 
                                                belle
 
                                    
                                
                                                She 
                                                hope's 
                                                he'll 
                                                find 
                                                the 
                                                locks
 
                                    
                                
                                                That 
                                                free 
                                                her 
                                                from 
                                                the 
                                                world
 
                                    
                                
                                                How's 
                                                tricks? 
                                                How's 
                                                tricks?
 
                                    
                                
                                                What 
                                                kicks! 
                                                It 
                                                sticks.
 
                                    
                                
                                                Loud 
                                                ticks 
..                                                .
 
                                    
                                
                                                The 
                                                rabbit 
                                                with 
                                                the 
                                                faded 
                                                smile
 
                                    
                                
                                                Is 
                                                listening 
                                                to 
                                                the 
                                                artist 
                                                playing 
                                                in 
                                                the 
                                                mirrored 
                                                room
 
                                    
                                
                                                The 
                                                albums 
                                                of 
                                                forgotten 
                                                songs
 
                                    
                                
                                                Grow 
                                                dusty 
                                                in 
                                                the 
                                                floodlit 
                                                shelves 
                                                somewhwre 
                                                below 
                                                the 
                                                moon
 
                                    
                                
                                                Owls 
                                                sit 
                                                on 
                                                the 
                                                letters
 
                                    
                                
                                                Of 
                                                his 
                                                last 
                                                name 
                                                in 
                                                lights
 
                                    
                                
                                                Demons 
                                                and 
                                                pacesetters
 
                                    
                                
                                                Laugh 
                                                into 
                                                the 
                                                night
 
                                    
                                
                                                How's 
                                                tricks? 
                                                How's 
                                                tricks?
 
                                    
                                
                                                What 
                                                kicks! 
                                                It 
                                                sticks.
 
                                    
                                
                                                Loud 
                                                ticks 
..                                                .
 
                                    
                                
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