Tin Foil Saint

He came out late in a velvet coat One shoe untied, one eye on the notes Thumbprints on his glass, red wine in his beard He said, "Hold the room, boys, I think I disappeared" The prompter blinked, the lights went low He stared at the crowd like he knew their code Then he laughed at the script on the floor Said, "That thing's just bait for the folks next door" He leaned in close With a sly little grin Said, "The janitor knows Who let them in" Tin foil saint, tin foil saint He lost his line, he lost his name Tin foil saint, tin foil saint Swears the moon is on their pay (Their pay) He forgot the part But not the claim Tin foil saint, tin foil saint He makes the whole room say his name He pointed at the rafters, then the fire exit sign Said, "That camera's been blinking since nineteen ninety-nine" He bowed to a waitress with a tray full of ice Then told her the olives were evidence in disguise His ring finger twitched on a lucky old coin He said, "The sous-chef's cousin runs the warning points" Every chuckle in the back made him talk more wild Like a man with a truth and a borrowed child's smile He leaned in close With a glassy stare Said, "They plant the jokes In the folding chairs" Tin foil saint, tin foil saint He lost his line, he lost his name Tin foil saint, tin foil saint Swears the moon is on their pay (Their pay) He forgot the part But not the claim Tin foil saint, tin foil saint He makes the whole room say his name He found the script In a coat rack fold Hugged it like a map But never let go Then he read one line And drifted off track "Wait, who's to say The sky doesn't snap?" The crowd went quiet Then cackled loud He took a bow To the suspicious crowd Tin foil saint, tin foil saint He lost his line, he lost his name Tin foil saint, tin foil saint Swears the moon is on their pay (Their pay) He forgot the part But not the claim Tin foil saint, tin foil saint He makes the whole room say his name (Tin foil saint) Track from the upcoming album "Sin Parade"