Junta lyrics

It was late one fall night at a fairground near town


When Esther first saw the Armenian man


Who groveled toward her and stood by her side


With a bucket that swung in his hand





His grin stretched the folds of his pasty white cheeks


And his lips hurled a dollop of murk on the curb


And the lights from the rides showed a mischievous sparkle


That flashed in his hollow eyed stare





He said `Little girl, you can chop off my legs


And then peel off my socks if you want to.


But I`d rather you took this old puppet from me


That I hold in my pail as we speak.`





And he stood looking down at the innocent girl


And she stared at the bucket bewildered


Til he lifted the doll for the young girl to see


And a giant smile grew on his face


She saw the doll`s eyes and she couldn`t resist


And she thanked the man quickly and ran to the church


And she burst through the door with puppet held high


And a hush filled the chapel, and the people looked mean





Esther tried in vain to pacify the mob


Quibble grew to spat, to wrangle, then to brawl


The frenzied congregation struggled desperately to fetch


The pretty puppet snugly nestled deep in Esther`s leather sack


Through the window of the church a storm began to rage


And Esther knew the time had come to flee





She scurried down the aisle toward the doorway in the distance


And out into the rainstorm where she felt she would be free


But the wind was blowing harder


And her skirt began to billow


Until finally her feet began to lift





And she rose above the people and the houses


and the chimneys


And Esther and the doll were set adrift


Floating higher over the hills, and the valleys and treetops


they`d flutter and glide


Soaring and turning suspended on air


With the earth far below them they`d tumble


And dive through the clouds





And she began to plummet earthward till she


Landed in the nasty part of town





She glanced about the village sure to find the evil men


Who rob and pillage in the darkest hour of night


Nervously she fumbled for the pouch that held the


Puppet on her rump.





Feeling quite outnumbered Esther hid behind


A nearby pile of lumber, where she waited


Till the dawn


Cause it would have been a blunder to


Succumb to a hoodlum on the prowl





When the morning came, she wandered through the streets


Along the chilly lake that lay beside the town


At last a peaceful moment, but she thought she heard a sound


It was an angry mob of joggers coming up to knock her down





As Esther stood and shook her head


The joggers were approaching


And she knew she had no choice left but to swim


As the frosty water sank its bitter teeth into her hide


She tried to slide the heavy clothing from her skin





Naked now she made her way toward the shore


When suddenly she felt a tiny tugging at her toe.


And the puppet she`d forgotten wrapped its tiny


Little arms around her ankle and wouldn`t let her go.





The waves seemed to open and swallow her whole


As the doll pulled her down through the eerie green deep


And the sound of the laughing old man filled her ears


As she drifted away to a tranquil


And motionless sleep.