All the swings and roundabouts
I'm gonna join the fair
And they went there leaning on a bear.

Look in all the magazines see
Their names are printed there
And the news is flying round the square.

Champion tightrope...the crowd
They don't see this game is just a shroud.

In the land of hopes and dreams
Where children swarm like flies
All around my fountain of soft lies.

Messages to kill or be killed
Tattooed on the back 
Of their eyelids in their sleep attack.

Creeps back to his cave to watch the fight
They will take the bait like fish tonight.

See the circus ringleader
He's counting in his den
See him snacking on the souls of men.

Creeps back to his cave to watch the fight
They will take the bait like fish tonight.