i peek into the hole, i struggle for control the children love the show, but they fail to see the anguish in my eyes fail to see the anguish in my eyes i scratch around the brim, i let my mind give in the crowd begins to grin, but they seem to screem when darkness fills my eyes seem to screem when darkness fills my eyes, it's no surprise fail to see the tragic, turn it into magic my big top tricks will always make you happy, but we all know the hat is wearing me my bag is in the hat, it's filled with this and that my vision's getting fat, the rabbit's just a monkey in disguise stars and pills and needles dance before our eyes they will bite the hand if ti is slower than the quickness of thier scrutinizing eyes fail to see the tragic, turn it into magic my big top tricks will always make you happy, but we all know the hat is wearing me chicanery will always make you happy, but we all know the hat is wearing me
