They cannot take the gun down for the champion
Am I not the greatest of them all
I know from now my carousels are over
Soon gentle hands will bear me to my stall.
Oh yes I find these shattered bones distracting
But loneliness is really why I bawl
Oh let we weep a bit
Before they take the gun down
Before they take the gun down from the wall.
At last I hear
The roiling sounds of rescue
A stranger comes attentive to my fall
To my surprise he knows I’ve worn the Roses
And for a tick I struggle to stand tall.
I look upon his face then I realize
His face is one that none can ‘ere recall
Oh let me weep a bit
Before they take the gun down
Before they take the gun down from the wall.
They cannot take the gun down for the champion
And am I not the greatest of them all
I know from now my carousels are over
Soon gentle hands will bear me to my stall.