(konishi) Translators: taichi azuma Ichi-mai no poster wo Kesa anata mo mita desho? Kami-fubuki furimaite Parade ga neriaruku Saa, kono machi ni Circus
I don?t know why I act the way I do Like I ain?t got a single thing to lose Sometimes I?m my own worst enemy I guess that's just the cowboy in me I got
Well, I opened up the bottle and I fell out of bed I couldn't find the floor until it hit me in the head I did a little powder off the bathroom sink It
Circus of Sour Holds shows every hour The lion is eating the bars, hey, the bars I was erected The poor man's expected To climb to the stars Balanced
The Circus Lyrics THE GIRL: I remember a jet slowly scraping Low and heavy across a sky of slate I remember the angle of your elbow As it doubled
'Twas tea-time at the circus: King Jimi, he was there Through hoops he skipped, high wires he tripped, and all the while the glare of the aching, baking
Tomorrow I will stretch out Like an acrobat And make my way to What's there I will get dressed Again, in spite of all With a laziness Of a circus Before
A Man Got Away From Jeffrey's Apartment The Police Came In And Jeff Was Busted He Let Out A Scream When They Handcuffed Him The Police Proceeded To Discover
Do ya think we need it Do ya think we feed it Does its stomach growl when we ring those bells? Do ya think we'll like it Should we be exited to see us
Sometimes I miss the circus, I know why I ran away I stepped right out of that song while it played I lit it like a stage and I gave it like a gift What
Can you speak your words of bedtime I was just saying to myself the other day Most of believing the magician But you're bewitching Because of this I must
Yeah Yeah Nigga deep in the rhythm, experience speak Some keepin' the wisdom, the life hustlers seek I'm seeking it with 'em, I'm dope the streets need
Yeah, hah, yeah, we got, ah, ha Y'all cats know the abstract nigga with the attitude Pass the booze, and let's build on it I'm rolling in a Cadillac with
Everyone hides their face, sets behind a mask they wear Jimi was a rock star searching for that magic place That he could touch in the sky just to get
Phone rang, screen said caller ID said blocked But for some reason I decided to answer it On the other end was a French accent He told me we needed to
My eyes watch God from a place Where times is hard, hard times we embrace Everybody want a yard 'cause yard means space Being broke is odd and leaves
Yo Electric! Wire! Hustle! Flower Electric! Wire! Hustle! Flower Electric! Wire! Hustle! Flower Electric! Wire! Hustle! Flower Electric! Wire! Hustle
Yeah The war zone Who you fighting for? It's like funk to rhythm and punk to rock Loud like shot that come from a glock Pick up your mind, run from the