He's a man of the grain 
Wears his robe of burly pain 
Bowls the town for alcohol 
Chewed up his name and he sold it all 
Perched it up for sale 
He turned the light out 
He turned the sign down farewell goodnight 
The awning falls flat and the clocks are spinning 
Bowl the town for alcohol you are what i need 
He resides in a carnival turns the pages 
And mocks it all he's a martyr with a wide rope 
Turns his head to watch it fall 
Hacked his hand through the toil 
He's a product of failed love