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Festival Safety Crew #72

from The Birdcage by Struwwelpeter

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I'm center-stage, I'll be waiting here an age
Barrier pressed against my ribcage
Hours to go 'til the band I'm here for start the show
90,000 metalheads behind me, don't you know?

Safety crew are coming through
Bring us water, block the view
Facing me is #72
Hair aflame, she has no name
Glassy eyes, she stands unfazed
My angel will get me through today

Festival safety crew #72
I think I love you
It's not surprising
Your sweet face is mesmerizing

The blazing heat turns my brain to rancid meat
Slowing down but can't admit defeat
Choking on air and clumps of unwashed hair
And when all's lost I look up and she's there

I think I have to admit I'm getting too old of this
Passed the days of the drugs and moshpits
Throwing water in my face; never had a sweeter taste
And she does it with such loving grace

They carry lesser men away
But I've got stamina today
This day will be the greatest of my life
If I last 'til the end, I just hope that I survive

Although my spine is crushed
And my ribcage is dust
You know I really must
Endure and stay
I won't move 'til Faith No More play

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from The Birdcage, released May 18, 2015
©2015 Ben Mitchell

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