All my friends are freaks
The only way to be. I could tell you the things I've seen
But you probably won't be able to eat
Sometimes I look around and just smile at the sight
Of you not believing your own eyes
And you tell your children, "Look away!"
But I'm sorry, sir, it's too late
Circus pullin' into Tiny Town
Saint of Purity is going down
Underground forever, underground forever
All my friends are drunks
They gotta be on drugs
Jugglin' daggers on a warehouse roof
With a torch of 150 proof
You'll see ink on a face or a ring through a place
That'll make you wanna kneel and pray
And if your children go to see our show
They're never comin' home
Circus pullin' outta Tiny Town
Church of Purity is burning down
Underground forever, underground forever...
And I know, you're all along the way
And I know, we'll need a place to stay
As the Piper starts to play, here come that Rat Parade
And you're all along the way