everything's burned
michael malarkey
shoot the shutterbugs in time's square
peanut brittle in candy land
archetypal brunette with hawks eye's
a lion's man and pale horse heart
bit in mouth and ring in nose
when the rain crashes like a wildebeest herd
we follow will 'o the wisp's through the rats and hogs
we span the velocity on bald eagle's wings
turn your back on the stigmas
let them walk their own stilts
knock them out from under the walkers
but don't spoil the family circus fun
whip and crack to taste from the purple panther
the saxophone player on fifth avenue he got a band now
running wild through the pound from the bloodhounds
running wild through the pound from the bloodhounds
running wild through the pound from the bloodhounds
running wild through the pound from the bloodhounds
but it's not my turn to challenge the fire queen
the delicate sounds of downtown
even the asphalt and silicone have voices
if you bounce to the rhythm
if you bounce to the rhythm
if you bounce to the rhythm
if you bounce to the rhythm
turn your back on the stigmas
let them walk their own stilts
knock them out from under the walkers
but don't spoil the family circus fun
turn your back on the stigmas
let them walk their own stilts
knock them out from under the walkers
but don't spoil the family circus fun