Lyrics Cries from the Midnight Circus - Pretty Things

Cries from the Midnight Circus

In the concrete valleys the electric storm
We members of the midnight circus
Our bodies so brightly adorn
In your long sedans and your Oldsmobiles
Through that slit in your face, you ask me
How it feels
Can you hear me, can you hear me
I’m a-telling you again
Daughters of Satan all stand in line
With faces greased and a mouth full of shine
With iron hand you bruise the flesh
Then through a closing door you ask
Pray why the distress
Hear me, can you hear me, can you
Midnight sailors can stay
We won’t send you away
See me here on my knees
You lie in the alley, with blood on your clothes
As fingers round your throat they close
Your cries of murder, splash on the walls
As you die, you think about the injustice of it all
Can you hear me …
Hear me …
See Satan’s daughters' red light
They have such good appetites
Another clown packs his drag …