Come to the circus while you can, We've got a grand disaster planned. Its sure to stimulate your glands, So pop your pooper in the stands.
Well step inside our circus tent, You'll wonder where your money went. You want to see the circus freak? Well step inside and take a peek.
We'll show you things your mother never showed you, Locked up in the recess of your mind.... Wet fingers held up to the wind, Relax and let us slide them in, For if you do you just might come again.
So leave behind your lowly job, And throw your lot in with our mob. And though you may find we're perverse - Well it could really be much worse.
And though you may end up insane, You know you'll barely feel the pain. You see we burrow in your brain So trying to flee is quite in vain...
We'll show you things the outside world wont dare to, Crawl up from that hole in your behind. We're different than a TV set. You need to think, you got that yet? For if you don't your life will pass you by!
We'll show you things your mother never showed you, locked up in the recess of your mind.... Wet fingers held up to the wind, Relax and let us slide them in, For if you do you just might come again.