"Circus" lyrics

JPNSGRLS Lyrics

"Circus"

Step right up
Win a lovely prize
For your blushing bride-to-be

Now that trained bear
He looks suicidal
On his unicycle

But somewhere in Cleveland
They're payin' to see him
Wearing a vest

Now he dreams of forests
And hot bowls of porridge
I'd wager to guess

They must have their reasons
The whole coliseum
Was spewing out filth

I can't really blame them
Embracing a wasteland
That they didn't build

But Yogi's in agony
This wasn't meant to be

Someone write him a check

Politics
It's not cheating if
The whole thing was fixed

They will be rich
Off our egos
And our stubbornness

So spare me the details
And build me a female
Out of my rib

'Cause I feared the earthquake
And clowns on my birthday
Since I was a kid

Now clowns get elected
Tell us to accept it
When we take the hit

The world loves peep shows
Let's give them a freak show
They won't wanna miss

And they cried the hardest
When they saw the carnage
From what I did

There's plenty of options
So many concoctions
Keeping us still

And I'm feigning interest
In somebody's business
To combat the guilt

Pressed at my temple
It's shiny and metal
And hard to resist

I ran out of ammo
Instead of "kablamo"
It just whispered "click"

And I laughed the hardest
When I saw the carnage
That could've been fixed


Writer(s): Charles Kerr, Oliver Elliott Mann, Christopher McClelland, Thomas Serl
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