On the carousel at midnight
I see blank faces in the twilight.
And only when I scream
Do their red eyes gleam
As they laugh with delight.
Everybody's up when I'm down
And everyone hates me when I'm up.
I'm just a crying clown,
Drink from my tear-cup.
I'm up with no frown.
No smile when I'm down.
Round and round we go.
And it's only slow
When I'm feeling low.
On a pink pig, dirty yet clean.
On a black sheep, nice yet mean.
On a blue dolphin, evil and violent.
On a red wolf, good and silent.
I'm running to the end,
Always finding myself back in the place
Where God first spat right in my face.
Mark me on this my friend,
Salvation is never around the bend.
I've been here for too long
And I feel I don't belong.
You put me here, you d**k,
But never helped when things got thick.
So I think it's real fine
To compliment your neck with a red line.
I'll stab until it squirts,
And if it hurts
Feel free to give me a sign.
And I guess it's kind of sick
That my favorite dream
Is to hear your scream
Accompanied by the carousel's music.
But somehow I don't care,
Because now it's your pain to bear.
