[Verse 1] He rolls on in from backstage, chrome knees, painted cheeks. Bowtie made of warning lights, smiling with a timed release. Eyes like camera lenses blink in perfect twos. He tips his little top hat and scans the crowded room. Kids laugh, then stare. He does the bow he learned. One hand on his heart plate, one hand on the turn. [Pre-Chorus] He says, "Step right up" with a voice of glass and gears. "I can make your heavy day disappear in years." Then his grin unfolds like a toolbox in the sun. Everybody leans in close 'cause the show has just begun. [Chorus] Tin grin, tin grin he's the joke and the joke is him Tin grin, tin grin he's alive when the crowd gets in Spin, spin, spinning with a heart made of spark and tin Tin grin, tin grin laugh loud, let the night begin [Verse 2] He juggles three red apples and a socket wrench. He pulls a silk scarf from his sleeve, then a flower from his bench. Each honk of his nose ring hits like a tiny bell. He bows to the ceiling like he knows the spell. Back in the mirror room he wipes a tear of oil. His face keeps shining happy while his battery starts to boil. [Pre-Chorus] He says, "Step right up" and the crowd all cheers his name. But when the tent goes quiet, he still feels the same. So he winds himself tighter, straightens up the seam, and paints a fresh moon smile over the crack in his dream. [Chorus] Tin grin, tin grin he's the joke and the joke is him Tin grin, tin grin he's alive when the crowd gets in Spin, spin, spinning with a heart made of spark and tin Tin grin, tin grin laugh loud, let the night begin [Bridge] Under the bunting, alone by the mirror glass, he asks the dark backstage if the laughter ever lasts. One small hand trembling, one red shoe scuffed in rain, he patches up the stardust and reboots away the pain. Then the calliope kicks in like thunder in the bone, and he hears the children calling so he walks back out alone. [Final Chorus] Tin grin, tin grin he's the joke and the joke is him Tin grin, tin grin he's alive when the crowd gets in Spin, spin, spinning with a heart made of spark and tin Tin grin, tin grin laugh loud, let the night begin [Outro] He waves with a silver finger, blows a beep-beep kiss. All the broken pieces glow when they choose a moment like this. Tin grin.
