Lyrics

And so the people came to rue, the day the circus came to town
A grim parade of men of straw, heralds the ringmaster of war
Look at him walking on a high wire
Still I can’t see where this really goes
Dancing like the monkey in your soul
Long enough to keep us on our toes
Good enough to mix it with the pros
Just keep things moving
And scaring us out of our tiny minds
And we’ll get in line
They start by sending in the clowns
Next thing there’s jack boots on the ground
And now the boys are in control
Heavy is the head that wears the crown
Look at you working on your finest lines; your life and times
Try whistling, This Old Heart Of Mine with no tongue
Just one foot wrong and you’ll be picking up your teeth with two broken arms
And still we can’t see where this really goes?
Dancing like the monkey in your soul
Long enough to keep us on our toes
Wrapping like a mummy ’til we fold