Levigne - Circus lyrics
[Levigne - Circus lyrics]
It's not difficult to satisfy the virgin
So it's sad to find the freak
Weak and battered by insurgents
Impertinent murders turned to
Blaspheme-ize the merches
Alas, the line is bleak
See them cast aside the purpose
It hurts to see the leak
Seamed and plastered by inert-ness
But that's the kind of speaks
Been in masterminded circus
Clowns pounding balls
Stall and bastardize alertness
Laughing while they steam clean
And pasteurize the lurking
The Bubble bursters nurtured to
A lurching con encampment
Cursed birth's worth's been shot
From a cannon lost in the mannequin grannies
Get the ramekins
Cornered under ladders mad hatters
Can't handle it
Spanning a gram, but it rams ham canyons
Lannister can't stand mans grand "granite"
Mood lost appetite
Sad-ass "masterminds" bind to the rind
But can't find the way candid
In a circus i'm going down to the circus
In a circus it's gone down to a circus
I gravitate from leeches who
Impart no common knowledge
To a mesmerizing semi full of
Cards upon the college
A near-unpolished robber or
A scholar-god-impala
I would tend to say the latter
Had the better odds to garner if I'm honest
Doesn't help the robber stop the robbing
It also doesn't help that
Every other god's impoverished
Or they seem to be
Knee deep in slobber, often costing
A couple hundred dollars or a
Plot line with coffins
Offline "bops" got top 5 demolished
Its lawless clocks stopped
Off-time of promise confined and braless
I've processed a bombing
Cheese curds burn with the broth
Climb and frolic
Die honest, dissipating black-dyed mollusc
Eyes fixed to a point
That anoints live chronic
Why? Not sure, not prime target
Pneumonic death caught left side, find solace
In a circus i'm going down to the circus
In a circus it's gone down to a circus
So it's sad to find the freak
Weak and battered by insurgents
Impertinent murders turned to
Blaspheme-ize the merches
Alas, the line is bleak
See them cast aside the purpose
It hurts to see the leak
Seamed and plastered by inert-ness
But that's the kind of speaks
Been in masterminded circus
Clowns pounding balls
Stall and bastardize alertness
Laughing while they steam clean
And pasteurize the lurking
The Bubble bursters nurtured to
A lurching con encampment
Cursed birth's worth's been shot
From a cannon lost in the mannequin grannies
Get the ramekins
Cornered under ladders mad hatters
Can't handle it
Spanning a gram, but it rams ham canyons
Lannister can't stand mans grand "granite"
Mood lost appetite
Sad-ass "masterminds" bind to the rind
But can't find the way candid
In a circus i'm going down to the circus
In a circus it's gone down to a circus
I gravitate from leeches who
Impart no common knowledge
To a mesmerizing semi full of
Cards upon the college
A near-unpolished robber or
A scholar-god-impala
I would tend to say the latter
Had the better odds to garner if I'm honest
Doesn't help the robber stop the robbing
It also doesn't help that
Every other god's impoverished
Or they seem to be
Knee deep in slobber, often costing
A couple hundred dollars or a
Plot line with coffins
Offline "bops" got top 5 demolished
Its lawless clocks stopped
Off-time of promise confined and braless
I've processed a bombing
Cheese curds burn with the broth
Climb and frolic
Die honest, dissipating black-dyed mollusc
Eyes fixed to a point
That anoints live chronic
Why? Not sure, not prime target
Pneumonic death caught left side, find solace
In a circus i'm going down to the circus
In a circus it's gone down to a circus