The Curtain - Deer Tick

The excuses turn to makeup

And know what man I am

I boast my silly knowledge

And crucify my friends

It’s only looking back

On my crooked footprints

I break myself a promise

Not to do that again

The stage hands are all gone

The curtain still remains

It hides the puppeteer

Oh, pulling on my strings

I could swear I’m in control

I could make a judge convinced

But I know my spirit quit

I don’t wanna be, your bargaining chip

The organ pleases no one

The piano is pulling teeth

The guitar is strung with nothing

And never makes a beep

It’s only now I laugh

While the master takes a break

Who’s counting all those tickets

Who’s drooling on the stage

The sound men are all gone

The curtain still remains

It hides the puppeteer

Oh, pulling on my strings

I could swear I’m in control

I could make a judge convinced

But I know my spirit quit

I don’t wanna be, your bargaining chip

The stage hands are all gone

The curtain still remains

It hides the puppeteer

Pulling on my strings

I could swear I’m in control

I could make a judge convinced

But I know that my spirit quit

I don’t wanna be, your bargaining chip

Your bargaining chip