Conduit For Sale!

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 I'm tryin' and I'll try Imagine if you were Herr Barockter 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 un-dirty Herr Barockter In his enviable good taste Tries quick escape gambit Via local periodicals But no takers, land an enviable station In the conduit between two selves 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 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 I'm tryin' and I'll try Unable to bear the scandal, Ray, philanthropist Rents low-down scab house in conduit Herr Barockter offers said land for a song But no one wants to sing 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 thin settlement An Italian male was heard to say "Between here and there Is better than either here or there!" 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 I'm tryin' and I'll try I'm tryin' and I'll try --- Conduit for Sale! - Pavement