(One, two)
(One, two, three, four)
Tilt and whirl, rise and plummet
Stalled in the sky and loved it
Blacked out, the stars above the lot
Still shone on you
Wired on raw good luck
We'll never get far enough above
The sordid and sticky low-rent show
That moves below
I'm finding my own way around
Our carnivalesque common ground
When are the tents
Coming down?
Savoring stale confections
And magically cheap consessions
To faith in a framework built to stand
A test of days
I can just smell the money
A net beneath everything that falls
Into the gap between
Love and pornography
I'm finding my own way around
Our carnivalesque common ground
When are the tents
Coming down?
The medicine show comes around
To peddle a prescription now
To medicate mistrust of crowds
The pitch coming on sickly proud
There's no way around
There's no way around
There's no way
The carnival tent's coming down
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