Well they march with painted faces, rusty axes glow The persecuted masses toting their faygo Unity and family, children of the corn This is their night
Shirtless wicked clown love, a ninja gathering Brass knuckles and bitch-beaters. Neden on the scene Hatchet-man neckless's swinging for their rights, their plight. This is their night
In non-convention, they will drop out in the dark The world against them, it fuels their broken hearts Denying science, defying written word, They fight This is their night
Braided, branded, nicknamed, he's just a Juggalo Psychopathic maniac in this dark carnival Singing "Woop, woop, alo, alo" screaming in the night... All right This is his night