Lyrics: Hand me my costume, please won't you pass me my mask? I have appointments that I must keep with my past... Bring on the cabaret, we can all have a laugh... I've made the theatre of the absurd at last. Drink up and let's go home. The demon is on the 'phone... he's playing a dialling tone. So, drink up and lets go home... Orchestrations of a different nature... Arrangements that I made to end it all... Years and yaears of love all turned to paper Dancing at the old musicians ball. An (azchords.com)
