Mischief Brew Three-chord Circus
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 drugs.
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.
