Mean Old Circus

Traveling far through the meadows and woods
Hearing cries, echoes, and woos
Laughter and chants going down where the joker's play
A harrowing blues
Nonchalant I remain
In that old circus train
The sweet bitter taste, ooh

Mean old circus, mean old circus
Mean old circus, be my twisted road
Be the answer, be the answer
My solution to the great unknown

A sweet illusion, lost in confusion
A new connection to my perception
A dancing horse's feathered crown
Where all the painted suns go down

Another curtain, a camel's burden
A new pretension toward my invention
A song that cries for calliopes
Comes so naturally
It comes so naturally

Mean old circus, mean old circus
Mean old circus, be my twisted road
Be the answer, be the answer
My solution to the teared up soul

A revelation for conversation
A new permission for my religion
A sleeping lion's lion dreams
In my forsaken evil schemes

In books and movies, keep talking to me
A new direction for my correction
We'll dance across a silver thread
Put the sky to bed
We'll put the sky to bed
Oh, we'll put the sky to bed, ooh



Credits
Writer(s): Gaby Moreno, David Hurst Batteau, Lawrence Goldings
Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com

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