Eye on the prize but I won't grab it
Brains been fried on a skillet
Loaded up with fire on a pallet

On the way down with the face of a clown
Doom in the town death looms all around
Why the long faced frown what have we found

Blood in the paint and I sip it
Mud in the joint when I hit it
Ash in the vein and I slit it

Mirth and merry in a brazen bull
Flesh is scary we'll flay the fool
Hope is scary we'll pay the toll

On the way down with grease painted faces
Darkness unknowns without any traces
Flying straight down like four aces

Tents gather as permanence  loses its moor
Sold it for two pence and went on tour
What a joke to have hope anymore

Hatred for the old gods, god I hate them
We sprung from their ***** and it began
Inducted into the circus right then