Bright lights, autumn moon
Spinning circles and lively tunes
In this beautiful wonderland
Of rides and games
I can see though it all
To the pride and shame
Under these rollercoasters, tucked under the tape
Is the fading memory of some girls ****
Such a lovely place, turned into a hell
While everyone plays around, she screams for help
And in these game booths, are pits of lies
Con artists with cunning eyes
They don't just deal cards
They've got liquor at hand
And they won't be afraid to sell it by the can
It's crazy how in such a wonderful world
It isn't even safe to be a girl
All the majestic things that fill our cave
Hide only the monsters we choose to evade