Dr Death's Freakshow

And the bearded lady,
She smiled with a frown,
That may sound ludicrous,
But her head was upside down,
She was part of the freak show,
That just rolled into town,
Led by Dr Death,
And his consortium of clowns.

And the elephant man,
He was there to pull the crowds,
And they came in their droves,
From miles and miles around.
Everybody loves the carnival,
Of lost and lonely souls,
It's the ugly side of everything,
That seems to attract us all.

So walk through the hall of mirrors,
With me, hand in hand,
I'll show you your own misery,
Maybe then you'll understand,
Take a look at your own deformities,
None of us are perfect,
Your freak show piece, no-one sees,
But your heart is really ugly.

Laugh at the midget on the highwire,
With the monkey strapped to his back,
And the juggler, juggling with hot fire,
Who's hands are all burned black,
And you secretly hope the midget falls,
To spray his blood across the floor,
You didn't come here for the romance,
You came to see the gore.

And Dr Death does crack his whip,
To make sure you're paying attention,
While the consortium of clowns throw shit,
From buckets, in your direction,
And Dr Death cracks his whip again,
And asks who's laughing now?
It's not so funny at the carnival,
When you're the star of the show.

So roll up, roll up, expose yourself,
Show the world what you really are,
Behind that mask of hard-edged vanity,
That lets you exploit others fears,
You're a part of the great freakshow,
That populates this earth,
You're just as doomed as the rest of us,
Your soul belongs to Dr Death.