Circus

That on your head is not a crown.

Look in the mirror, you’re a clown.

The pantomime serves your purpose.

You might as well join the circus.

Get ready, you’re the performer.

The costume will be your armour.

Get on stage, you’re the acrobat.

How can somebody move like that?

Move to the left, move to the right,

It’s the eyesight you delight.

You move like pain, like fire,

you excite, provoke, desire.

In the modern state of affairs

the only survivor’s the voyeur.

I asked for an habeas Corpus

’cause you’re gone, you’ve joined the circus.

You’re the best clown in this town

you laugh and laugh till you break down.

When you’re onstage, you’re all alone

under the spotlight, but you’re gone.