Three Chord Circus - Mischief Brew

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