Under the circus tent
Way down under the [?]
The moon is in our grasp
And delightment's in our hands
The [?] and dolls are here
You walked right into our trap
So swim into a [?] hysteria
And take off the mask

Sit back, relax
You're gonna be here awhile

Kick back your feet
Would you care for a drink?
From the mothering enemy
Into your fears will sink
So make yourself comfortable
We could never give a care
I'm sitting like a goddess
In my electric chair

Sit back, relax
Fuck it, you're never leaving

That was delicious