Under the gaze of the eight elms
A spectacle like you've never seen:
Spinning lights and faces
Demon music and gypsy queens!

The glint of iron wheels!
The bodies spin in a clockwork dance!
Oh, the smell of flint and steel!
A wheel of fate, a game of chance!

How I pray just to get away
To carry me anywhere
Sometimes the angels punish us
By answering our prayers
By answering our prayers...

The face of naked evil
Turns a young boy's blood to ice;
(Indistinguishable)
Such a dangerous device
The glint of iron wheels!
The bodies spin in a clockwork dance!
Oh, the smell of flint and steel!
A wheel of fate, a game of chance!

Oh, shout toward the crowd;
Laughed elation ringing loud!
(Indistinguishable) marks in the hands of the innocent
The angry crowd moves towards him with malintent
How I pray just to get away
To carry me anywhere
Sometimes the angels punish us
By answering our prayers
By answering our prayers...

The glint of iron wheels!
The bodies spin in a clockwork dance!
Oh, the smell of flint and steel!
A wheel of fate, a game of chance!