Cries From The Midnight Circus Lyrics - Parachute - Pretty Things

In the concrete valleys the electric storm 

We members of the midnight circus 

Our bodies so brightly adorn 

In your long sedans and your Oldsmobile 

Through that slit in your face 

You ask me how it feels, lonely daddy 

Can you hear me, can you hear me? 

I'm a-tellin' you again 

Daughters of Satan all stand in line 

With faces greased 

And a mouth full of shine 

With iron hands you bruise the flesh 

Then through a closing door you ask 

Pray why the distress, the lonely 

Hear me 

Can you hear me, can you? 

Midnight sailors can stay 

We won't send you away 

See me here on my knees 

You lie in the alley 

With blood on your clothes 

As fingers round 

Your throat they close 

Your cries of murder 

Splash on the walls 

And as you die 

You think about the injustice of it all 

Can you hear me, can you hear me? 

I'm a-tellin' you again 

Hear me 

Can you hear me, can you? 

See Satan's daughters' red lights 

They have such good appetites 

Another clown packs his drag