(One, two)
(One, two, three, four)
Tilt and whirl
Rise and plummet
Stalled in the sky
And loved it
Blacked out, the stars
Above the lot
Still shone on you
Wired on raw
Good luck
We'll never get far
Enough above
The sordid and sticky
Low-rent show
That moves below
I'm finding my own
Way around
Our carnivalesque
Common ground
When are the tents
Coming down?
Savoring stale confections
And magically cheap consessions
To faith in a framework
Built to stand
A test of days
I can just smell the money
A net beneath
Everything that falls
Into the gap between
Love and p**nography
I'm finding my own
Way around
Our carnivalesque
Common ground
When are the tents
Coming down?
The medicine show
Comes around
To peddle a prescription now
To medicate mistrust of crowds
The pitch coming on
Sickly proud
There's no way around
There's no way around
There's no way
The carnival tents
Are coming down