The Democratic Circus

Found out this morning
There's a circus coming to town
They drive in Cadillacs
Using walkie-talkies and the Secret Service

Their big top, imitation of life
And all the flags and microphones
Have to cover our eyes

We play the sideshows
And we like the tunnel of love
When we ride the Ferris wheel
We're little children again

When they're asking for volunteers
We'll be the first ones aboard
When the ringmaster calls our names
We'll be the first ones to go to sleep
Stealing all our dreams, dreams for sale
They'll sell 'em back to you

On with the show, start the parade
We sand along, sweep us away
It's political party time
Goin' down, goin' down, comin' down
And the celebrities all come out
Comin' down, comin' down, comin'

The sun is going down
And the dogs are starting to howl
We stay out after dark eating cotton candy
And the music's playing, well

How we all laughed! We split our sides!
The camera flash! We almost died!

The rain gonna pour on down, falling out of the sky
Comin' down, comin' down
And the celebrities all run out of the rain
When it's down, comin' down, gonna rain

Gonna rain, gonna rain
Gonna rain, gonna rain, rain, rain, rain

Now I wonder who's boss
And who he's leavin' behind?



Credits
Writer(s): Tina Weymouth, Chris Frantz, David Byrne, Jerry Harrison
Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com

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