in I don't want this anymore I've brought you into my, I've brought you here You're in my circular parade of failure, of failure (Run away!) Right now
out of control When you're ripe You'll bleed out of control You'll bleed out of control You like attention It's proof to you, you're alive Stop parading
new fangled wasteland The end, oh, the end We live again Oh, I grow weary of the end Love is a plague in a mix match parade Where the castaways look
Vinyl black stilettos and fake eyelashes Blue eye shadow everything perfectly matches Touch my plastic face and see what happens I'm hiding from
Vinyl black stilettos and fake eyelashes Blue eye shadow everything perfectly matches Touch my plastic face and see what happens I'm hiding from the
Seasoned Picatti, or Versace joints with the buckle Get the facts, I'm tryin' to get the Beamer with the hatch Cop one for my man, so ill shits match
-thinkers cry from the bryony; "Any old irony?!" [Chorus:] Come one, come all to our travelling circus; Cast-off your cares for the painted parade.
the look that makes you stand out Harajuku Girls, I'm looking at you, girls You mix and match it girls You dress so fly and just parade around (Arigato
my house alight Yeah, come and set my spirit free Now all is ashes This moribund parade of asses So shake it one more time for me So take these matches
with the phone calls and the spread sheets so, cut the crap out along with the cigarettes and the red meats this fate can see in your eyes trying to match
walls of the station To arrest my imagination Profit from my place under the callous thumb Every dawn gets its day like Man, they blindly parade like
their teams I guess that was the way it stayed In every game I played Life just kicked me, clattered and tripped me Till you picked me from the parade
Jump out the window onto a parade balloon My style is iller than the goblins in Troll 2 'Cause I'm the type of emcee with the most pizazz You're stealing
know This is my parade Oh oh, oh oh, oh oh, this is my parade Oh oh, oh oh, oh oh, this is my parade Oh oh, oh oh, oh oh, this is my parade
under the floorboard Enough to start world war Paradise in reaches, home next to beaches Hair pressed, blowin' in the wind, *** 'bout long as Jesus I still leave speech for Gospel, so match
her repose In a carnival of souls sold and similarly lost Too many decades misfit and mislaid In innocence, a tender legend of prey Parades her second
be, to do what I want To do what I like 'cause this is my life It's been about ten long years, my skin wreaks Flavors that your incense couldn't match
lemonade And I?ve heard the hobo?s gather Heard their banjo?s brace the blade Heard them sing about the river Called it the lazy man?s parade Sing