Blowing Off Steam (Live)

Where's the tattooed muscle men
 with furled brows a-pullin'?
 Where's the buxom fashion queen
 with thin-aired curls a-curlin'?
 Where's the angry nomad minstrel
 growlin' out a lullaby?
 Where's the edgy circus folk?
 Or have they said goodbye?
 Where's the soiled and rusty builders
 welding iron sculptures?
 Where's the clockwork fellow-beaters
 circled in like vultures?
 Where's the darkened cabaret
 filled with new nostalgics?
 Where has everything I loved gone?
 Oh, the loss is tragic!
 All alone in a crowd
 With strangers who all know me
 And I try to be friends
 But there's no one here who chose me
 Should I run?
 Should I hide?
 Should I change my life completely?
 Should I hold me inside?
 Or keep my anger hid discreetly?
 Where's the crazy fire folk
 spinning warmth a-blazin'?
 Where's the muscled aerialist
 in the sky amazing?
 Where's the dreadlocked cowboy
 head-to-toe in ancient leather?
 Where's the pretty painted ladies
 behind their fans of feathers?
 All alone in a crowd
 With strangers who all know me
 And I try to be friends
 But there's no one here who chose me
 Should I run?
 Should I hide?
 Should I change my life completely?
 Should I hold me inside?
 Or keep my anger hid discreetly?
 Where's the slender flapper girls
 in silken gowns and pearls?
 Where's the threadbare waltzers
 paintin' the floors in curls?
 Where's my life-confirming friends
 or did I ever have them?
 Where's the brazen, angry artists?
 Tell me what replaced them!
 All alone in a crowd
 With strangers who all know me
 And I try to be friends
 But there's no one here who chose me
 Should I run?
 Should I hide?
 Should I change my life completely?
 Should I hold me inside?
 Or keep my anger hid discreetly?