Testo Clever Hans The Lucksmiths
Weâre a pantomime horse
Thereâs a stupid suit where our relationship was
And weâre stuck inside, weâre stuck inside
Thereâs nowhere to gallop and thereâs nowhere to hide
Weâre a pantomime horse
The two of us down on all fours
And weâre running around blind
Weâre running around blind
With you in front and me behind of course
Clever Hans
Weâre a pantomime horse
And Iâm mixing up my metaphors
And Iâm starting to see red, Iâm starting to see red
Hi ho Silver, Hello Mr Ed
Clever Hans
Have we laid our bets, have we run our race?
Have we gone to pasture, have we given up the chase?
Weâve got the world at our feet
Youâve got the whip in your hands
But weâre a hundred-to-one
Weâre an outside chance
Sometimes it seems like no one understands
Clever Hans
Weâre a pantomime horse
The two of us down on all fours
And weâre running around fast
Weâre running around fast
Youâre a nose ahead
And in the end Iâm just the arse