Mischief Brew - Three-Chord Circus lyrics

All my friends are freaks The only way to be. I could tell you the things I've seen But you probably won't be able to eat Sometimes I look around and just smile at the sight Of you not believing your own eyes And you tell your children, "Look away!" But I'm sorry, sir, it's too late Circus pullin' into Tiny Town Saint of Purity is going down Underground forever, underground forever All my friends are drunks They gotta be on d** Jugglin' daggers on a warehouse roof With a torch of 150 proof You'll see ink on a face or a ring through a place That'll make you wanna kneel and pray And if your children go to see our show They're never comin' home Circus pullin' outta Tiny Town Church of Purity is burning down Underground forever, underground forever... And I know, you're all along the way And I know, we'll need a place to stay As the Piper starts to play, here come that Rat Parade And you're all along the way