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From the Album:
* To the hilt
And the classic ways still on play
Violins bitter sweet
String quartet pass around the hat
You broke my heart dont you hurt my head
After Violet and me saw the Paganini movie
We took a walk around the block to digest
The grand finale
A street-music man with shades and cane
Played the fiddler insane for a case load of
Spare change and the smiles of people passing
Between morning paper sins and waves of violins
It said they found him dead his bow had
Made him bad friends
Cold blooded, warm hearted violin
Hooked on high speed energy
Cold blooded, warm hearted violin
Cats gut pumpin adrenalin
Warm blooded cold hearted violins
See em live tonight in the city
And the classic way still on play
Violins better sweet
String quartet pass around the hat
You broke my heart dont you hurt my head
Ive gotta find a little peace of mind
Cause the real thing is a mean thing
I guess nobody knew the Barcelona Zoo
Has an albino monkey that can trigger the mood
And provoke monkey motions
So when the s**t flies high
Through the Barcelona sky the crowd stands by
A cheering!
I can hear em playin
Kinda light n neat
All the gals re swayin
The guys are in for meat
Its all cute n rosy
Till the needle hits a crack
Listen to that screech repeatin
Watch the flags go slack
Forever