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Oh yeah wait a minute
Here it goes again
Just a dealin' with the buzzards
Out in nowhere mans' land

Eat lies, eat stories
Now the truth be told
That the soul you sold
Is less than a dollars' worth
Of fools gold

So come one
Come all
'Cuz the circus back in town

It's a promisin' to give you anything
If you can keep it down

So strap on in, yeah
It needs to fill
'Cuz you're going on a ride
That will blow your mind
And shoot to thrill

Well I come my way
And I ain't going to no place I don't belong
Yeah you might call it grace
But I'm still riding and cussin'
Like a rollin' stone.

Oh yeah my Momma always said to me
To stay to stay away from freaks
And certain carnival disease
But they always seem to find a certain way back in my city
And they'll always tell you lies and make you feel so pretty

Now take a little minute of your second-hand watch
Just take a quick peek at all the stories being bought
Just a movin' and a groovin' now just for you
And if you wait a little longer
Then the monkeys fly too.

Well I come my way
And I ain't going to no place I don't belong
Yeah you might call it grace
But I'm still riding and cussin'
Like a rollin' stone.

So strap on in now
Time to meet the man
The man who's gonna take you for a ride

Hit it!

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