, like rap in a redneck's house I could have ya brain cells spinnin quicker than Sprewell's Ya female e-mailin me all ya details I don't dig up dirt,
Caught a glimpse of madness Virtual circus Its a long way down Hollow no protection Kick You can scream Walk your wicked way Never getting what you need
're still searching for something you already have lighting fuses at both ends lets see what happens You're still searching for something you already have I'm tired of faking for you Dig
I don't wanna try to love without you That just doesn't seem right But I can see your minds made up And I'm just too tired to fight Well, I don't really
So many people tried to help me on my way So little time and there's still so much left to say There's no explaining all the things that I've been through
right She stopped in I flashed my roll I told her she could have all of my dough She turned around and with a frown She said this ain't no circus and
line always the same, you ain't have to look hard We wickedly kick it, inflict it, you get it Get with it and dig, we don't preach it flat out 'Cause
Don't speak to me of morality, justice, wrong or right Dig out the dirt and ignore the hurt, spit out all your lies Conscience free as we bleed, hypocrisy
[Lyrics: Morgan Thorn, Geoff Thorpe] Freakshow circus, hit parade, nightmares walking The kids on the Haight, they're begging for change Without even
Merry without a slapstick mavericks plugged directly to 3rd rail surges Piss on electric mayhem through city commuter circuits Oooh child, raises oddity, son of a circus
Caught a glimpse of madness Virtual circus It's a long way down Hollow, no protection Kick, you can scream Walk your wicked way Never getting what you
here, if you want my opinion. Take a look around you at the world we've come to know Does it seem to be much more than a crazy circus show But maybe
A revolution of evolution Clean this mess up How primitive can you be It's time to wake up And for the sake of others around you That you carelessly deceive
hope though don't bother calling for help, it will just cut short our conversation aloha once upon one time it's all going to be locked away (Circus
in a redneck's house I could have ya brain cells spinnin quicker than Sprewell's Ya female e-mailin me all ya details I don't dig up dirt, I shake the
