Cut Me Loose, Napoleon

When the fields are cracked and dry and all the crops are dead
 Don't tell me that it's raining when you're peeing on my head
 I've got reliable sources giving me a clue
 They're the tired horses that are dragging you
 Find your hand in my pocket and an ear in my mail
 You're the worm in silk clothing that ate his own tail
 Saw you out last night sunglasses in a bar
 But everybody knows
 With your Ringling brothers make up on your trapeze
 Everybody's scratching from your circus fleas
 Find your hand in my pocket and an ear in my mail
 You're the worm in silk clothing that ate his own tail
 And if I can't ignore you
 I'm getting happy for you
 I'm getting happy for you
 You took my breath away now, I want it back
 Don't say I'm in the red when I'm in the black
 And if I can't ignore you
 I'm getting happy for you
 I'm getting happy for you
 And if I can't ignore you
 I'm getting happy for you
 I'm getting happy for you