Circus Parade

What's with this city? The smell of death...
Are we just bodies serving routine?
"Buy the ticket? Take the ride."(x2)
Fresh painted houses with empty canvas.
False balconies with naked vultures,
Fresh painted houses with empty canvas.
False balconies set your retinas on the circus parade.
Cheep parking spaces next to the river,
flash your mind with the smell déjá vu.
Ignore the fat lady, she's lost her voice.
The lions escaped and ate the all crew.
The circus is dead and so is this town.
What's with this city? The smell of death...(x2)
Are we just bodies The smell of death...(x2)