Venetia Fair (The)

The Performers Tent (Mortus The Bum)
What was that ? Just take a look; it seems we've got ourselves a congregation... Stop that knocking ! All this work and yet they keep from flocking . Every single day in here is all the same to me, but things are looking up... since you've arrived... Places ! Places ! Performers just try and keep these people in their seats ! Up here onlookers - the tight rope rigid, fixed as perfect annulus... I'll find the time to breathe when I fall . We'll get that cleaned up shortly, we've got our cemetery in the back . I'll admit to a rocky start but it must go on ! We're bound to impress you yet . We're bound to the acts we've always known without the time or the drive to leave it behind . So sit down in your seats and watch us work until we can't stand . We could've stood for more than this... Hey ! Mr.-Show-Me-Something-Splendid - Jocastan Acrobats are ready to perform . Did you ever think I would think you were the only one to want to see them fail ? Swing swing, one mistake and you die a murderer . The best you can do is pray and to pass them on . Just wait for the human cannonball . He can't enjoy this place when he's flying straight over our heads but... We're bound to impress you yet . SongtexteWe're bound to the acts we've always known without the time or the drive to leave it behind . So sit down in your seats and watch us work until we can't stand . We could've stood for more than this... If all the jugglers could juggle the jugglers do you think they'd ever hit the ground ? If one of the jugglers lost faith in the others do you think we'd even hear the sound ? If all the jugglers could juggle the jugglers do you think they'd ever hit the ground ? If one of the jugglers lost faith in the others do you think they'd even recognize that... We're bound to impress you yet . We're bound to the acts we've always known without the time or the drive to leave it behind . So sit down in your seats and watch us work until we can't stand . We could've stood for more than this... (introducing the human cannonball) [Mortus The Bum] Leave the flying to the seeds; we all give up our time eventually . Breathe in each and every word from painted lips, we know you'll keep these exaggerated features in your head . We know you'll Aus Songtexte Mania