Album: A Portrait Of An American Family
I ppek in to the hole, i struggle for control
the children love the show, but they fail to see the anguish in my eyes
fail to see the anguish in my eyes
i scratch around the brim, i let my mind give in
the crowd begins to grin, but they seem to scream when darkness fills my eyes
seem to scream when darkness fills my eyes, its no surprise
fail to see the tragic, turn it in to magic
my big top tricks will always Make You Happy, but we all know the hat is wearing me
my bag is in the hat, its filled with this and that
my visions getting fat, the rabbits just a monkey in disguise
stars and pill and needles dance before our eyes
they wiil bite the hand if it is slower than the quickness of their scrutinizing eyes
fail to see the tragic, turn it in to magic
my big top tricks will always make you happy, but we all know the hat is wearing me
chicanery will always make you happy, but we all know the hat is wearing me