| All my friends are freaks
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| The only way to be. |
| I could tell you the things I’ve seen
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| But you probably won’t be able to eat
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| Sometimes I look around and just smile at the sight
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| Of you not believing your own eyes
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| And you tell your children, «Look away!»
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| But I’m sorry, sir, it’s too late
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| Circus pullin' into Tiny Town
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| Saint of Purity is going down
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| Underground forever, underground forever
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| All my friends are drunks
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| They gotta be on drugs
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| Jugglin' daggers on a warehouse roof
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| With a torch of 150 proof
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| You’ll see ink on a face or a ring through a place
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| That’ll make you wanna kneel and pray
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| And if your children go to see our show
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| They’re never comin' home
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| Circus pullin' outta Tiny Town
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| Church of Purity is burning down
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| Underground forever, underground forever…
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| And I know, you’re all along the way
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| And I know, we’ll need a place to stay
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| As the Piper starts to play, here come that Rat Parade
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| And you’re all along the way |