Baptized, civilized, open your eyes
Your shiny brogues
Aren't foolin' anyone
Step right up
Step right up
You're horror hungry
That's the truth
We've the malformed
The deformed
Money back if you're not reborn
But they'll never be above you
Tell 'em you can smell their blood
And stand up straight up son
Make us some money
Only good for one thing
The coin that you bring in so
Make 'em dance
Make 'em sing
High-wire mystifier
Little miss mercier
Spitting into
The face of Zeus
Step right up
Step right up
You're horror hungry
That's the truth
Witness the limbless
The shrunken, sunken and the skinless
But they'll never be above you
Tell 'em you can smell their blood
And stand up straight up son
Make us some money
Only good for one thing
The coin that you bring in so
Make 'em dance
Make 'em sing
But they'll never be above you
Tell 'em you can smell their blood
And stand up straight up son
Make us some money
Only good for one thing
The coin that you bring in so
Make 'em dance
Make 'em sing
