Baptised, civilised, open your eyes

Your shiny brogues

Aren’t foolin’ anyone

Step right up

Step right up

You’re horror hungry

That’s the truth

We’ve the malformed

The deformed

Money back if you’re not reborn

But they’ll never be above you

Tell ‘em you can smell their blood

And stand up straight up son

Make us some money

Only good for one thing

The coin that you bring in so

Make ‘em dance

Make ‘em sing

High-wire mystifier

Little miss mercier

Spitting into

The face of Zeus

Step right up

Step right up

You’re horror hungry

That’s the truth

Witness the limbless

The shrunken, sunken and the skinless

But they’ll never be above you

Tell ‘em you can smell their blood

And stand up straight up son

Make us some money

Only good for one thing

The coin that you bring in so

Make ‘em dance

Make ‘em sing

But they’ll never be above you

Tell ‘em you can smell their blood

And stand up straight up son

Make us some money

Only good for one thing

The coin that you bring in so

Make ‘em dance

Make ‘em sing