Circus Without Clowns - 3

This is the night of living dead

They crowd the streets

In search of who they are

And when it’s time to go to bed

You can hear them breathe

Like choking on a cigar

And though I’d like to pledge allegiance

I’m afraid it can’t be found

So as they fire up their legions

I’ve got another plan

Some of you won’t understand

This is a circus without clowns

Rotting in this town

I try to hold my ground

But that ain’t right

That ain’t right

We’re in a circus without clowns

Rotting in this town

We try to hold our ground

But that ain’t right

That ain’t right somehow

This is the night of living dead

They watch the screen

But they don’t know what it means

And when it’s time to lift your head

You hear the scream

Sirens drag you out of your dream

And though I’d like to pledge allegiance

I’m afraid it can’t be found

So as they fire up their legions

I’ve got another plan

Some of you won’t understand

This is a circus without clowns

Rotting in this town

I try to hold my ground

But that ain’t right

That ain’t right

We’re in a circus without clowns

Rotting in this town

We try to hold our ground

But that ain’t right

That ain’t right somehow

This is the night of living dead

They walk the ledge

And then they tumble over the edge

You know I’d like to pledge allegiance

Now I’ve got another plan

Some of you won’t understand

This is a circus without clowns

(Circus without clowns)

Rotting in this town

(Rotting in this town)

I try to hold my ground

(I try to hold my ground)

But that ain’t right

(That's what can’t be found)

That ain’t right

We’re in a circus without clowns

(Circus without clowns)

Rotting in this town

(Rotting in this town)

We try to hold our ground

(We try to hold our ground)

But that ain’t right

That ain’t right somehow

This is the circus without clowns

(This is the night of living dead)

Rotting in this town

I try to hold my ground

(They walk the lonely road in search of who they are)

But that ain’t right

That ain’t right somehow

We’re in a circus without clowns

(This is the night of living dead)

Rotting in this town

We try to hold our ground

But that ain’t right

That ain’t right