Circus Bazooko

My eyes are empty, my soul is pretty You can ease it to me I just need your empty mind My eyes are thick and my skull is itchy And I read no fiction Is it me or everything in my bones? My head is sinking and my love is pretend Is it real, no fiction I just need your empty mind My mind electric, my soul reflected I can hear the ticket Am I real, aren't you the fool I'm still alone, I'm Still alone, still Still alone as a clown Still alone, I'm Still alone, still Still as lost as I'm found Still alone, I'm Still alone, still Still alone as a clown My love's a stick shift I can squeeze or make it Is it real, or just a dream of mine? My blood is tipping, my horse is limping I can ease, or sink in I just need some grand design I'm still alone, I'm Still alone, still Still alone as a clown Still alone, I'm Still alone, still Still alone, better ground Oh, that's what I found Oh, that's what I found Oh, that's what I found Oh, that's what I found Oh, that's what I found --- Circus Bazooko - Black Rebel Motorcycle Club