Conduit For Sale!

Chorus 2x I'm tryin', I'm tryin' I'm tryin', I'm tryin' I'm tryin', I'm tryin' I'm tryin' and I'll try Verse 1 Imagine if you will, a Herr Proctor, alias and nobleman Son of son of sky, and of scion Part of his rich inheritance parceled and generous divorce Sentence forthwith being: Certain blocks of land and living quarters Deemed by all gentlemen and wives thereof To be grossly humane and frankly, quite undirty Chorus 2x Verse 2 Herr Proctor, in his enviable good taste Tries quick escape gambit via local periodicals But no takers - the land, unenvied Stationed in the conduit between two cells A veritable no-man's-land, array of the flophouse Cardboard materials and carbon-monoxide wallpaper All his brig-deck Torino boys ask... is irrelevant Chorus 2x Verse 3 No one's gonna save me, no one's gonna make me rearrange Unable to bear the scandal, Ray, philanthropist Rents low-down scab house in conduit Herr Proctor offers said land for a song But no one wants to sing No one's gonna save me, no one's gonna make me rearrange In an attempt to retain social privileges, yet mask it as goodwill He says to the conduit members Take this rotten old tree and make it bear fruit. Cheers erupted throughout the clean settlement An Italian male was heard to say Between here and there is better than either here or there Chorus 2x Outro I'm tryin', I'm tryin' I'm tryin', I'm tryin' I'm tryin', I'm tryin' I'm tryin', I'm tryin', I'm tryin'