The Performers Tent (Mortus The Bum) (исполнитель: The Venetia Fair)

What was that ? Just take a look; 
it seems we’ve got ourselves a congregation… 
Stop that knocking ! All this work and yet they keep from flocking . 
Every single day in here is all the same to me, 
but things are looking up… since you’ve arrived… 
Places ! Places ! Performers just try and keep these people in their seats !

Up here onlookers - the tight rope rigid, fixed as perfect annulus… 
I’ll find the time to breathe when I fall .
We’ll get that cleaned up shortly, we’ve got our cemetery in the back . 
I’ll admit to a rocky start but it must go on !

We’re bound to impress you yet . 
We’re bound to the acts we’ve always known without the time 
or the drive to leave it behind . 
So sit down in your seats and watch us work until we can’t stand . 
We could’ve stood for more than this…

Hey ! Mr.-Show-Me-Something-Splendid - Jocastan Acrobats are ready to perform . 
Did you ever think I would think you were the only one to want to see them fail ? 
Swing swing, one mistake and you die a murderer . 
The best you can do is pray and to pass them on . 
Just wait for the human cannonball . 
He can’t enjoy this place when he’s flying straight over our heads but…

We’re bound to impress you yet . 
We’re bound to the acts we’ve always known without the time 
or the drive to leave it behind . 
So sit down in your seats and watch us work until we can’t stand . 
We could’ve stood for more than this…

If all the jugglers could juggle the jugglers do you think they’d ever hit the ground ?
If one of the jugglers lost faith in the others do you think we’d even hear the sound ?
If all the jugglers could juggle the jugglers do you think they’d ever hit the ground ?
If one of the jugglers lost faith in the others do you think they’d even recognize that…

We’re bound to impress you yet . 
We’re bound to the acts we’ve always known without the time 
or the drive to leave it behind . 
So sit down in your seats and watch us work until we can’t stand . 
We could’ve stood for more than this…

(introducing the human cannonball)

[Mortus The Bum]
Leave the flying to the seeds; we all give up our time eventually . 
Breathe in each and every word from painted lips, 
we know you’ll keep these exaggerated features in your head . 
We know you’ll
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