| Tipping the scales at 610
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| She is 5 foot nothing and hungry again
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| People think I’m crazy, but I love her so
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| I bet you can’t wait to see the next show
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| I stick needles through my eyelids and cock
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| I make grown people scream in horror and shock
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| I dangle from wires with hooks through my back
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| Come hit my scrotum with a baseball bat
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| Love, carny love, it’s my home where I belong
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| Our web-footed children are covered with hair
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| Out in public, everyone stares
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| Our life gives power, power to choose
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| Under their hair they are covered in tattoos
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| You can’t understand how we live these lives
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| A ring on that bottle and claim that shit prize
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| Head back to home and forget we were here
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| What’s growing in your daughter
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| Is what you should fear- it’s my
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| Love, carny love, it’s my home where I belong
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| You can’t change me! |
| We are changelings!
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| We go to town spreading our seed
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| Your wines and your daughters so willing to please
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| Perpetuate our kind is our number one plan
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| We pray at night for an elephant man
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| Babies, more babies the most hideous kind
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| Brother and sister they make the best ones
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| We’re trying to make one with 2 heads and 5 legs
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| We can charge more and we’ll all get paid |