Freak Show - The Pietasters

Kicking time on filthy streets

No money left to spend

Still sickened by the night

Before my brain is on the mend

Way up ahead I see a crowd

And flashing blue red light

I run to see the carnage of some hooker

Who’s been nice, it’s just a freak show

Never know what’s goin' on just happy to exist

Drunk faces on the subway cars

Who’re riding in their piss?

Oh where’s the space, a waste of time

A waste of energy, I’m locked inside the circus

With a thousand casualties, it’s just a freak show

Sitting disco pumped and fueled

With whores in skin tight clothes

Some even have a hymen

Tucked inside their pantyhose

I love the lights, I love the fights

And poverty grotesque

Come join me in my big time life

And waste into this mess, it’s just a freak show

As I stumble to the home

I’ve carved out of this mess

I think about the foolish ones

Who dream of happiness

To tell the truth I’m a happy man

And happier I’ll be

When I awake to the freak show

That is put in front of me, it’s just a freak show