This House Is a Circus This house is a circus, berserk as fuck We tend to see that as a perk though, look What it's done to your friends Their memories are pretend And the last thing that they want is for the feeling to end
This house is a circus, berserk as fuck We tend to see that as a perk though, look What it's done to your friends Their memories are pretend And the last thing that they want is for the feeling to end There's a room full of trouble and there's lovers to be had Those walls...sinners ...are such lovely lads Scaling the corridors for maidens in the maze And the anomaly is slipping into familiar ways And we're... Forever unfulfilled And can't think why Like a search for murder clues In dead men's eyes
Forever unfulfilled
And can't think why Like a search for murder clues In dead men's eyes
The more you open your mouth, the more you're forcing performance And all the attention is leading me to feel important (Completely obnoxious, completely obnoxious) Now that we're here, we may as well go too far
Wringling around in incidents you won't forget And there's certainly some venom in the looks that you collect Aimlessly gazing at the blazers in the queue And we're struggling with the notion that it's life, not film
This house is a circus, berserk as fuck We tend to see that as a perk though, look What it's done to your friends Their memories are pretend And the last thing that they want is for the feeling to end.