Loss of Innocence - The Residents

Amusement parks are caked with sounds

A solid hunk of meat

A barker’s sweat flings from his tongue

His tattoo shines with heat

A wary stranger stands and sways

Enraptured by his stance

Two-headed goats come stumbling by

And give a troubled glance

The barker looks into the eyes

The stranger tries to bend

The barker swears to more delights

For all who seek within

The stranger enters canvas doors

Smells the fresh cut hay

The barker points to Siamese twins

The stranger looks away

The eyes of horse faced women

Watch the few who wander through

They sense the tension in the air

And smell the sweet taboo

A heart beats fast against a chest

The stranger leaves the tent

The waves of people drown the sounds

Of loss of innocence