Circus Of The Stars:

These thoughts that clown my mind
They put on a circus deep down inside,
Where life is jumping through hoops
Because run away tigers are not blind.

Who have broke their steel chains in half
And is now roaring and running a muck,
While the juggled knifes of fire
Don't show my poor heart a bit of luck.

Where cotton candy and hot air balloons
Are no longer the talk of the chats,
Because pink caterpauts and bazooka are now,
And their wearing black and white top hats.

And that high wire that's dripping rose thorns
Pulling my very soul plumb half apart,
Till cracker jacks spill from my eyes
Or till you stick me with a poison dart.

Yeah somewhere under my big top
Where an innocent mind can easily escape,
But where bigger boys with manic depression
Wait hastily in line at the front gate.