Lyrics Damn Everything but the Circus - The Story

Damn Everything but the Circus

I was there in the rain when the tent went up
Seventeen, the trapeze or my mother
The ringmaster smiled and shook my hand
«You will be magic,» he said to me
The strong man smiles and takes me in
And the tamer in sequins
All is well when the crowd is breathless
As I pursue the trapeze
So step right up to the small town Big Top
One way out of a small town’s the Big Top
The ringmaster winks from the funhouse door
The smell of the animals fills the floor
The next thing I know I’m in South Carolina
Or Cleveland, with the boy next door
The ringmaster winks from the
Funhouse door;
and the flea-bitten horses
The next thing that I know
I’m in bed with the boy next door
'Cause I was there in the rain
When the tent went up
I know the routine
When the tent goes up
Always there, in the rain
God damn the circus
God damn everything but the circus
Houston is a rotten dump
I don’t mind New Orleans
Or the holes in my fishnets
But I mind
The rain when the tent coes up
Seventeen, the trapeze
The ringmaster smiled and shook my hand
«You will be magic,» he said to me
I was there when the tent went up
All the cages and trailers
Seventeen, the trapeze
Or my mother
So step right up to the small town Big Top
One way out of a small town’s the Big Top
So step right up to the small town Big Top
One way out of a small town…
So step right up to the small town Big Top
One way out of a small town’s the Big Top
So step right up to the small town Big Top
One way out of a small town’s the
Big Top
Big Top
Big Top
God damn the circus
God damn everything but the circus