Little man with his eyes on fire and his smile so bright. In his hands are the toys you gave to fill his heart with delight. And in the ring stands a circus clown holding up a knife.
Call it new technology. And they use it to burn. And they show no concern. Work for their prosperity. While the big wheels turn. Now it's too late to learn.
(Kelly/Mann). There was writing on the walls. Looked like "Circus" there for me. We were smoking Karl Marx. With the junkies in the park. I watched the barmaid keeping track.