Buckled Knees

With a venom in my veins
And no money to my name
I’m on my way to join a circus that they call Hell-A
To be a star of stage and screen
I sold my soul for magic beans
Now I’m as empty as the pockets
Of my skin tight jeans.
But my hunger makes me bend my back
Like a licorice cane acrobat
There’s a constellation with my name
In the Hollywood boulevard of fame
In Los Angeles they understand
I’m the Buckled Knees of a broken man.
So to the devil I adhered
And with my soul he disappeared
But I never will forget the words
He whispered in my ear
He said «Fame is a ball and chain
That you’ll carry to your grave
A soul shaped hole in your heart
Is like a bullet to your brain».
But my hunger makes me bend my back
Like a licorice cane acrobat
There’s a constellation with my name
In the Hollywood boulevard of fame
In Los Angeles they understand
I’m the Buckled Knees of a broken man.
Well I thought my life was made
A Hollywood superstar cliche
But I’m just a hollow trophy
With a thin gold plate
And all the starlight that I sought
Was just a spinning disco ball
Now I’m as fractured as the light
Of its mirrors on the wall.
But my hunger makes me bend my back
Like a licorice cane acrobat
There’s a constellation with my name
In the Hollywood boulevard of fame
In Los Angeles they understand
I’m the Buckled Knees of a broken man.