we are living a life that most could only dream of
look at the debris of what we have become
oh can't anybody help us?
i would follow you oohh to the other side
our connections are sugar sweet
take it all in your stride
oh can't anybody help us?
cut throats are going in for the kill
bumbling flashes snapping at our heels
we may appear like circus freaks
juggling with all we have able
but at the end of the day our cards upon the table
we are living a life that most could only imagine
look at the debris of what we have become
clear all this clutter from the front room dear
give me a little whistle when the coast is clear
we may appear like circus freaks
balancing upon a tight rope
to a dumb struck helpless crowd
we may appear like circus freaks
death defying antics down a dead end street
desperate to avoid the tabloid
soiled to the souls of our feet
we may appear like circus freaks
juggling with all we have able
but at the end of the day our cards upon the table