Upon the Circus Bus

Tanning beds explode in front of us
Angry children begin to cuss
All in the same key
Sharpening elbows and kicking knees
Olives made with concrete pits
Sows scrape low hanging tits
Chuck Berry wasn’t even on the list
Eyeliner runs on cherry lips
And as we abandon all those who defended us
We all know what is waiting for us
On the circus bus upon the circus bus
The yellow haired wizard won’t be coming back
Swimming as slow as a wet paper bag
The crooked hat on the weird witch’s head
Is filling with ideas to break our band…