Robert Pollard

Lyrics to Light Show



In his mirror a laughing king

His courtyard crawling, Howling clowns at his side

There are no blanks in this boy's rifle

Cocked and loaded, Fist and fingers white



Back and forth when now they bring his cape, crown, and mask

Blazing heavy angels all around him

Such a paradise would surely make him frown and fall



He glows

Exposed

Transformed

He Knows



Tries rockin' and spits up something foul

No stopping the kicking stillborn now

'Cus they're men first and they grow up fast on the side

In the light show, where there's no place left you can hide