Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Circus Without Clowns , by - 3. Song from the album Wake Pig, in the genre АльтернативаRelease date: 31.10.2005
Record label: Metal Blade Records
Song language: English
Circus Without Clowns |
| This is the night of living dead |
| They crowd the streets |
| In search of who they are |
| And when it’s time to go to bed |
| You can hear them breathe |
| Like choking on a cigar |
| And though I’d like to pledge allegiance |
| I’m afraid it can’t be found |
| So as they fire up their legions |
| I’ve got another plan |
| Some of you won’t understand |
| This is a circus without clowns |
| Rotting in this town |
| I try to hold my ground |
| But that ain’t right |
| That ain’t right |
| We’re in a circus without clowns |
| Rotting in this town |
| We try to hold our ground |
| But that ain’t right |
| That ain’t right somehow |
| This is the night of living dead |
| They watch the screen |
| But they don’t know what it means |
| And when it’s time to lift your head |
| You hear the scream |
| Sirens drag you out of your dream |
| And though I’d like to pledge allegiance |
| I’m afraid it can’t be found |
| So as they fire up their legions |
| I’ve got another plan |
| Some of you won’t understand |
| This is a circus without clowns |
| Rotting in this town |
| I try to hold my ground |
| But that ain’t right |
| That ain’t right |
| We’re in a circus without clowns |
| Rotting in this town |
| We try to hold our ground |
| But that ain’t right |
| That ain’t right somehow |
| This is the night of living dead |
| They walk the ledge |
| And then they tumble over the edge |
| You know I’d like to pledge allegiance |
| Now I’ve got another plan |
| Some of you won’t understand |
| This is a circus without clowns |
| (Circus without clowns) |
| Rotting in this town |
| (Rotting in this town) |
| I try to hold my ground |
| (I try to hold my ground) |
| But that ain’t right |
| (That's what can’t be found) |
| That ain’t right |
| We’re in a circus without clowns |
| (Circus without clowns) |
| Rotting in this town |
| (Rotting in this town) |
| We try to hold our ground |
| (We try to hold our ground) |
| But that ain’t right |
| That ain’t right somehow |
| This is the circus without clowns |
| (This is the night of living dead) |
| Rotting in this town |
| I try to hold my ground |
| (They walk the lonely road in search of who they are) |
| But that ain’t right |
| That ain’t right somehow |
| We’re in a circus without clowns |
| (This is the night of living dead) |
| Rotting in this town |
| We try to hold our ground |
| But that ain’t right |
| That ain’t right |