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
ones who make sinners out of such lover-ly lads
Scaling the corridors for maidens in the maze-in'
And the anomaly is slippin' to 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 (maybe I'm not just completely obnoxious)
Now that we're here, we may as well go too far
Wriggling around in it so that you won't forget
There's certainly some venom in the looks that you collect
Aimlessly gazing at the faces in the queue
And we're struggling with notion that it's life not film
This house is a circus, berserk as fuck (we're)
We tend to see that as a perk, though, look (forever unfulfilled)
what it's done to your friends (and can't think why)
Their memories are pretend (like a search for murder clues)
and the last thing that they want is for the feeling to end
