This House Is a Circus

This house is a circus, berserk as fuck We tend to see that as a perk, though look What it's done to your friends Their memories are pretend And the last thing that they want is for the feeling to end This house is a circus, berserk as fuck We tend to see that as a perk, though look What it's done to your friends Their memories are pretend And the last thing that they want is for the feeling to end There's a room full of trouble and there's lovers to be had Those ones who make sinners out of such lovely lads Scaling the corridors for maidens in the maze And any anomaly is slipping into familiar ways And we're forever unfulfilled and can't think why Like a search for murder clues in dead man's eyes Forever unfulfilled and can't think why Like a search for murder clues in dead man's eyes The more you open your mouth, the more you're forcing performance And all the attention is leading me to feel important (Gimme obnoxious, gimme obnoxious now) Now that we're here, we may as well go too far Wriggling around in incidents you won't forget There's certainly some venom in the looks that you collect Aimlessly gazing at the faces in the queue And we're struggling with the notion that it's life, not film This house is a circus, berserk as fuck (we're forever unfulfilled) We tend to see that as a perk, though look (can't think why) what it's done to your friends Their memories are pretend (like a search for murder clues) And the last thing that they want is for the feeling to end