Side shows and backlots
befitting were sewer run-off flows
frolic down the avenue
where busy bodies go
drowned in sorrows
whaling 'bout your fears
no shelter to harbor
dementia all too clear
Violins play for nothing
caged like a freak
now your something
for the mice to eat you alive
Be calm, as the lights go dim from the hand
of the red coat charlatan man
no liberation for the lost who are damned
from a ragbag carnival land
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