Ventriloquists and Dolls

The music hall is dark, the city lies in silence
 Traffic lights are changing in the distance
 The radio plays Brahms
 Opening the door of his Fiesta the ventriloquist
 Steps out into the air beneath the stars
 Rubs his hands against the frost
 And tucks the dummy in her case beneath his arm
 Ventriloquists and dolls
 Tailors and their dummies
 Moving in parallel worlds
 Like wolves and little girls
 Gangsters and their molls
 Ventriloquists and dolls
 And slowly on his painful wooden leg the ventriloquist
 Clumps up the wooden steps towards his flat
 A single room filled up with mannequins
 And dangling from the beams on tangled strings, a marionette
 And his carving's been so painstaking it looks for all the world
 Like flesh and blood
 Realistic to a fault, his dolls are portraits carved in wood
 Of little girls
 Ventriloquists and dolls
 Tailors and their dummies
 Moving in parallel worlds
 Like wolves and little girls
 Gangsters and their molls
 Ventriloquists and dolls
 And opening the bottle with his teeth
 He pours the beer into the beerglass on the bed
 Drinks it at a gulp, brings up the gas
 Takes off his pants, unscrews his wooden leg
 And though his face is frighteningly ugly and he takes her by surprise and very fast
 The doll he crushes under him immediately agrees to everything he asks
 Ventriloquists and dolls
 Tailors and their dummies
 Moving in parallel worlds
 Like wolves and little girls
 Gangsters and their molls
 Ventriloquists and dolls