Lyrics:

From the Album:

* To the hilt



And the classic ways still on play

Violins bitter sweet

String quartet – pass around the hat

You broke my heart – don't you hurt my head…

After Violet and me saw the Paganini movie

We took a walk around the block to digest

The grand finale

A street-music man with shades and cane

Played the fiddler insane – for a case load of

Spare change and the smiles of people passing

Between morning paper sins and waves of violins

It said they found him dead – his bow had

Made him bad friends

Cold blooded, warm hearted violin

Hooked on high speed energy

Cold blooded, warm hearted violin

Cats gut pumpin' adrenalin

Warm blooded – cold hearted violins

See em live tonight in the city…

And the classic way – still on play

Violins better sweet

String quartet – pass around the hat

You broke my heart – don't you hurt my head

I've gotta find a little peace of mind

Cause the real thing is a mean thing

I guess nobody knew – the Barcelona Zoo

Has an albino monkey – that can trigger the mood

And provoke – monkey motions

So when the shit flies high –

Through the Barcelona sky – the crowd stands by

A – cheering!

I can hear em playin'

Kinda light ‘n neat

All the gals ‘re swayin'

The guys are in for meat

It's all cute ‘n rosy

Till the needle hits a crack

Listen to that screech repeatin'

Watch the flags go slack

Forever