[Филип Фрай]

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They say that there's a broken light for every heart on Broadway.

They say that life's a game, then they take the board away.

They give you masks and costumes and an outline of the story

Then leave you all to improvise their vicious cabaret...

In no-longer-pretty cities there are fingers in the kitties.

There are warrants, forms, and chitties and a jackboot on the stair.

Sex and death and human grime, in monochrome for one thin dime,

At least the trains all run on time but they don't go anywhere.

Facing their responsibilities, either on their backs or on their knees

There are ladies who just simply freeze and dare not turn away

And the widows who refuse to cry will be dressed in garter and bow-tie

And be taught to kick their legs up high in this vicious cabaret.

At last! The 1998 Show!

The ballet on the burning stage.

The documentary seen

Upon the fractured screen

The dreadful poem scrawled upon the crumpled page...

There's a policeman with an honest soul that has seen whose head is on the pole

And he grunts and fills his briar bowl with a feeling of unease.

Then he briskly frisks the torn remains for a fingerprint or crimson stains

And endevours to ignore the chins that he walks in to his knees.

While his master in the dark nearby inspects the hands, with brutal eye,

That have never brushed a lover's thigh but have squeezed a nation's throat.

And he hungers in his secret dreams for the harsh embrace of cruel machines

But his lover is not what she seems and she will not leave a note.

At last! The 1998 Show!

The Situation Tragedy

Grand Opera slick with soap

Cliffhangers with no hope

The water-colour in the flooded gallery...

There's a girl who'll push but will not shove and she's desperate for her father's love

She believes the hand beneath the glove maybe one she needs to hold.

Though she doubts her host's moralities she decides she is more at ease

In the Land Of Doing-As-You-Please than outside in the cold.

But the backdrops peel and the sets give way and the cast get eaten by the play

There's a murderer at the Matinee, there are dead men in the aisles

And the patrons and the actors too are uncertain if the show is through

And with side-long looks await their cue but the frozen mask just smiles.

At last! The 1998 Show!

The torch-song no one ever sings

The curfew chorus line

The comedy divine

The bulging eyes of puppets strangled by their strings

There's thrills and chills and girls galore, sing-songs and surprises

There's something hear for everyone, (reserve your seat today)

There's mischief and malarkies but no queers or yids or darkies

Within this bastard's carnival, this vicious cabaret!

@темы: Комикса, Картинко, Занятное