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The Last Seat At The Circus
"The Last Seat At The Circus" By Marcus Cooke
This circus has one seat left
welcome to the freak show,
an astrocyte exhibition of shame pain
step right up. Come inside
Out of the frying pan,
straight into the fire,
a painted target on your head since birth
Things could not be dire
we all sniff more solvents just to get higher
Children fighting in cages
as my blood boils and rages
Kids are randy as the parents get angry,
no jobs just freebies at the tax payer expense
The kids are stupid,
covered in bile and sexual fluid
more power to them.
While in A town centre
a human specimen loaded on ketamine
bashing in heads
knocking down tables for no reason
but to feel good about himself
even it was only for a minute.
the police do nouthing.
Political landslide
taped phone line
cash for questions,
questions for cash
but never any answers
just more lIes and trash.
No bobby’s on the beat
with blood pouring down our the street,
alley ways littered with broken body’s
and spat out busted teeth,
it’s like a war zone out here,
not that your government would care.
We are hiding out of sight,
falling from a great height,
ducking behind walls
with no way to fight back.
Let’s get elected because
they were never selected
Let’s not make a sound
as they burn is country to the ground.
Parlamamntry Expense account,
police fighting larger lout’s
drug addicts with powder up their snouts.
identity theft, ticket touts.
Homeless hobo tramps
mistaken for paedophile’s
as the good people of this nation
scratch there cramps
and itch there stupid heads,
stick your fingers in your ears,
cover your mouth,
Nothing to see hear,
move on, move on.
No solution to pollution,
painful abslution
ecanomic irritation,
want to hear a revelation?
we fucked the nation!
bankers with to much power
rescued from the abyss
by the good old boy network.
roll up, roll up,
the greatest show on earth
there's one seat freinds.
only one seat left!
This circus has one seat left
welcome to the freak show,
an astrocyte exhibition of shame pain
step right up. Come inside
Out of the frying pan,
straight into the fire,
a painted target on your head since birth
Things could not be dire
we all sniff more solvents just to get higher
Children fighting in cages
as my blood boils and rages
Kids are randy as the parents get angry,
no jobs just freebies at the tax payer expense
The kids are stupid,
covered in bile and sexual fluid
more power to them.
While in A town centre
a human specimen loaded on ketamine
bashing in heads
knocking down tables for no reason
but to feel good about himself
even it was only for a minute.
the police do nouthing.
Political landslide
taped phone line
cash for questions,
questions for cash
but never any answers
just more lIes and trash.
No bobby’s on the beat
with blood pouring down our the street,
alley ways littered with broken body’s
and spat out busted teeth,
it’s like a war zone out here,
not that your government would care.
We are hiding out of sight,
falling from a great height,
ducking behind walls
with no way to fight back.
Let’s get elected because
they were never selected
Let’s not make a sound
as they burn is country to the ground.
Parlamamntry Expense account,
police fighting larger lout’s
drug addicts with powder up their snouts.
identity theft, ticket touts.
Homeless hobo tramps
mistaken for paedophile’s
as the good people of this nation
scratch there cramps
and itch there stupid heads,
stick your fingers in your ears,
cover your mouth,
Nothing to see hear,
move on, move on.
No solution to pollution,
painful abslution
ecanomic irritation,
want to hear a revelation?
we fucked the nation!
bankers with to much power
rescued from the abyss
by the good old boy network.
roll up, roll up,
the greatest show on earth
there's one seat freinds.
only one seat left!
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