The Escape Artist Song Lyrics
The Escape Artist by My Dad Is Dead The escape artist knows his faults
And decides when they threaten to outnumber him.
Magicians know the power of deception.
It's not a lie if you believe it.
And the day will come when you need to
Throw your hands up in the air and say,
Where's the pilot of this spaceship?
Which steps will take me down the right road?
His biography's a parody of sorts.
An exercise in making history absurd.
Shining example of simplicity and virtue
A golden idol to distract you from the truth.