This Circus

by Black Box Recorder

What did I have to lose?
Be negative
I bled through the snow
Then never sat down
It's clear for today
You're sleazy at night
And as soon as we heal
We will run
Or start swinging
Start swinging
For below
They're begging for it
I want my way
Never settle
Always learning
People, they beg us for it
I'm on my way
Better settle
Almost there
This might just feed the mother of all our needs
Turning over heed
Luck must fight over me
And never give in
To weird out the soul
Replace it with salt
I live within sight
Of this medicine man
How perfectly sure of this circus
I start swinging
We start swinging
'Cause this might just feed the mother of all our needs
Turning over
Turning us so clear
The mother of all our needs
Turning over, turning us so..
Just run them off
Or grab and hold
Just run them off
Or grab and hold
Run them off
Or grab and hold
Below
They're begging for it
I want my way
Never settle
Always learning
People, they beg us for it
I'm on my way
Better settle
Almost there
This might just feed the mother of all our needs
Turning over heard it oh so clear
The mother of all our needs
Turning over, heard it oh so clear