Circus Days

Circus Days
 This land is a tomb, democracia in danger
 Fist on the phone, you're never alone
 I am the prisoner of music hall, deep in the heart of darkness
 So arm the boys with my old friend megalomania
 With the Devil in your head, and Jesus in the house
 It's a religious riot don't you deny it
 Congo war, Hezbullah, you are what you are
 But in the eyes of Stalin, you are my darling
 Flood aid or bad aid on television Tuesday, suicide guide televise
 Right before your very eyes
 Circus days
 Talk peace, make war, it's the Virgin and the Whore
 Wigs at war America is waiting
 Bonanza! A virtual reality, net the children as far as you can see
 Then go tell Eta, it will get better
 Circus days
 Gimme! Gimme! Give me! Is this jackpot or have we lost the plot?
 And everyone's so full of their own fucking propaganda
 So harvest me with a rotten death
 And I'll take you by the arse and screw you
 In the sorrow of self interest, is God mad to the sound of music?
 Circus days.
 I will tell you the truth about the Cross and the Crown
 'No pain, no gain, betrayed, but not beaten!'
 Circus days