Lyrics Home of the Slave - Larry and His Flask

Home of the Slave

What you gonna do when the circus come to town?
I said, what you gonna do when the circus comes to town?
I’m gonna grab my things and sally my way down
We got reds on the right, blues on the left
And somewhere in the middle we got all the rest
I say fuck Folsom prison, I say run for your life
'Cause the way things are going we’ll be living on the edge of a knife
The damn man kicked down my door
Lucky for me I didn’t live there no more
Got the hell outta there 'fore he be burning it down
Now he’s going door to door trying to sell himself pound for pound
She says this, he says that, but she’d rather crack him with a baseball bat
It doesn’t really even matter what they’re saying at all
Nothings really gonna change and we’re all gonna take the fall
What you gonna do when the circus come to town?
I said, what you gonna do when the circus comes to town?
I’m gonna grab my things and sally my way down
I’m gonna grab my things and sally my way down
I’m gonna grab my things and sally my way down