Alone at the shortwave radio, distressed over what I'd heard
Castro's talking to Russia again, over missiles they both had concurred
My trembling hands reach for the glass of Maker's Kentucky straight
And with a sigh I flipped off the power switch, in my heart I knew it was too late

And the blood was all around, but the knife was nowhere found
Though the carnival plays on, the man in grey was already gone
And that man was me
That man was me

Walking down this mountain road, I wish my feet could fly
I am the grey messenger on a mission, I am the lonely spy
Floating clown heads blur my view, shrieking cotton-fatted mouths
I have reached the carnival of lost and for me there's two ways out

And the blood was all around, but the knife was nowhere found
Though the carnival plays on, the man in grey was already gone
And that man was me
That man was me

Tattoo man a moment of your time
Hear the words I say
The missiles they move upon us
And we all must get away

Have you gone mad? Or have you merely gone astray?

I warn you my friend you put us all in danger if you decide to stay
And if I can't convince you of that, then I'll let my knife have it's way

And the blood was all around, but the knife was nowhere found
Though the carnival plays on, the man in grey was already gone
Though the blood was all around, though the knife was nowhere found
Though the carnival plays on, the man in grey was already gone
And that man was me
That man was me