The Siamese bicyclist, the dog whose snakeskin and a lisp
Her ride the same size as a pig
White pines in the sand with mist
A carnival since ancient times
I love the moon, see through the sky
We're on a hunt, we drive tonight
Black Cadillac and a time
Sandstorm outside, preachers cry
Blood on the street and lights
Circus freaks be look at me
I'm a circus freak, come look at me
Yeah, I'm just so glad that I'm happy
I see through your butterfly shaped box, day
I see, I see through your butterfly shaped box