Shoulder up to the bar
dollar down for old crow, just last night
he sawed her in half there
but I still think she'll show

I work for the magician
I love his daughter, when I'm able
if I have the change I'll pay him for her

He does unspeakable things for a father

He's always got a knife to her throat
he outlines her body with daggers
she's always dismembered or lying in pieces
she goes wherever he drags her

She likes big candy skulls when he lets her
she eats them at the side of the stage
by the time he's ready to go at her again
she's already licked out the pink taffy brains

She's the magician's daughter
he looks at me while he saws her
he strokes his pointy beard
while my eyes fill with fear
for love of the magician's daughter
for love of the magician's daughter
for love...

We travel light when it's raining
we don't travel at all when it snows
we travel like gypsies
when the owners found out
what we do with the magician's daughter
what we do with the magician's daughter
what we do with the magician's daughter
what we do...

Oh, the wind it whips through the hotel
and the bare bulb swings like a noose
it beats up our shadows like some bookie's bully
as we drink farewell to his daughter
as we drink farewell to his daughter
as we drink farewell...