(kevin morris/will birch)
When the smoke begins to clear
On the circus you got here
And the hour is getting late
The way you run the place
But there's no smile upon my my face
It don't make me feel so grand
That you got the upper hand
And it's bound to bring me down
But it's the only show in town
I beg and i bawl, i hope you'll hear my plea
But you sit in that chair, your back to me
I shake and i shout, i call for something wet
But you just sit and smoke that cigarette
That you got the upper hand
And it's bound to bring me down
But it's the only show in town