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Songs To Orphans 4
Circus Song
The machinist climbs his ferris wheel liek a brave
And the fire eaters lyin in a pool of sweat victim of the heatwave
Behind the tent the leatherboy tightens his legs
On the sword swallowers blade
Circus towns on the shortwave
Well now (and) the runway lies ahead like a great false dawn
Oh fat lady, Missy Bimbo, sits in her chair and yawns
And the man-beast lies in his cage sniffin popcorn
The midget licks his fingers and suffers Missy Bimbos scorn
The circus towns been born
Oh and a (the) press-roll drummer go, ballerina to-and-fro
Cart-wheelin up on (across) the tightrope
(And) with a cannon blast, lightning flash, moving fast through
The tent Mars bent, hes gonna miss his fall
Oh God save the human cannonball
And the flying Zambinis watch Marguerita do her neck twist
(And) the ringmaster gets the crowd to count along
Ninety-five, ninety-six,....ninety-seven
And behind the tent half bent money spent
With his wet face fallin (make-up drippin) on the ground
With a half-smile half-frown goin down
Oh Jesus
And circus boy dances like a monkey on barbed wire
And the barker romances with a junkie, shes got a flat tyre
And the elephants dance real funky, and the band plays like a jungle fire
Circus towns on the live wire
Samson lifts the midget up above the liars
Hear the liars, theyre outside crying
Hear the liars, theyre inside sighing
Hear the liars, listenin to the barker
Hear the liars, watching the centre ring
Oh hear the liars, up on the trapeze
Oh hear the liars, feel their fire
Oh hear the liars, feel their fire
Oh hear the liars, theyre all scared of dying
Well anybody wants to try the big top
All aboard, Nebraskas our next stop
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