My Mother The Carjacker Circustime
Step by step I crept into the would I become food oh should I could
I see some lights and rings and things are so confusing
So confusing me
Pinch to see if I am dreaming
Hey, this music’s kinda creepy
I want it all
I want it all
Ringmaster disaster
Exasperated hate, that bastard
And when I come to freaks send peaks my way is blocked
There’s no escape gate made
I wanted anything
Anything at all
Give my brain it’s final cleaning
Hey, this music’s kinda creepy
It’s like I’ve got no soul
It’s like I’ve got no soul
Act is set but no one’s breathing
Hey, this music’s kinda creepy
It’s like they’ve got no souls
It’s like they’ve got no souls
