This House Is a Circus

This house is a circus, berserk as fuck

We tend to see that as a perk though, look what it's

Done to your friends

Their memories are pretend

And the last thing that they want is for the feeling to end

This house is a circus, berserk as fuck

We tend to see that as a perk though, look what it's

Done to your friends

Their memories are pretend

And the last thing that they want is for the feeling to end there's a

Room for the trouble and there's lovers to be had those

Walls will make sinners out of such lovely lads

Scaling the corridors for maidens in the maze

And in the anomaly, you'll slip into familiar ways

And we're...

Forever unfulfilled

And can't think why

Like a search for murder clues

In dead men's eyes

Forever unfulfilled

And can't think why

Like a search for murder clues

In dead men's eyes

The more you open your mouth, the more you're forcing performance

And all the attention is leading me to feel important

(Completely obnoxious, completely obnoxious now)

Now that we're here, we may as well go too far.

Wringling around in incidents you won't forget

And there's certainly some venom in the looks that you collect

Aimlessly gazing at the faces in the queue

And we're struggling with the notion that it's life, not film

This house is a circus, berserk as fuck (We're forever unfulfilled)

We tend to see that as a perk though, look (And can't think why) what it's

Done to your friends

Their memories are pretend (Like a search for murder clues)

And the last thing that they want is for the feeling to end