Feast your eyes, it's the march of the beast, as the killer clowns march through the streets.

Village children watch from their seats, the same kids that the monsters will eat.

Feast your eyes, it's the march of the beast, as the killer clowns march through the streets.

Village children watch from their seats, the same kids that the monsters will eat.

Step right up, step right up and listen close now, cause the beast is about to visit your town.

It's about, it's about to go, not like the kids that are falling off the merry -go -round.

Step right up, step right up and listen close now, cause the beast is about to visit your town.

It's about, it's about to go, not like the kids that are falling off the merry -go -round.

Step right up and enjoy the carnival, where the dead rise up and make noise that's not civil.

And all the girls play with toys and popsicles, while everyone's killed or sent to the hospital.

It's a three ring circus, soon as the needle's inserted in your skin, hurting feels like you're windsurfing.

It's like a requiem for a dream, it's inverted, it's like you stepped into a scene by Tim Burton.

The Beatles juice, he's blind off the syrup and Edward Scissorhands is cutting lines on the mirror.

And yes, the ringleader is Kurt Cobain, he got a tourniquet he uses just to work your vein.

To make sure we all get toned up like cheap leather, and the outcome is hard to predict like freak weather.

Freaky like Pictures by MC Escher. The killer clowns is in town and they're led by Heath Ledger.

Step right up, step right up and listen close now, cause the beast is about to visit your town,

it's about, it's about to go, not like the kids that are falling off the merry -go -round.

Step right up, step right up and listen close now, cause the beast is about to visit your town,

it's about, it's about to go, not like the kids that are falling off the merry -go -round.

Proceed with caution on the streets you're crossin'

Gypsies'll pick your pocket while they read your fortune

The smokin' maritaire will increase distortion

Like feedback to wires on police informants

Versace old freaks and their weak performance

Got me heated like witches brewin' a steamin' cauldron

And the weed I'm porchin' with all the snortin' light smokin'

Keep me balanced, ridin' unicycles on a tightrope

Micro, psycho, with locks explodin'

Till heads pop like a jack and the box was open

Ridin' for mine till my cell block is closin'

Charged for playin' bumper cars with cops patrollin'

Goin' eight shit inside stainless iron cages

Blashin' out when they tryin' trainers like lion tamers

Dying famous should come as no surprise

That most of y 'all won't survive this rollercoaster ride

Step right up, step right up and listen close now

Cause the beast is about to visit your town

It's about, it's about to go

Now raise the can down and haul it off the merry -go -round

Step right up, step right up and listen close now

Cause the beast is about to visit your town

It's about, it's about to go

Now raise the can down and haul it off the merry -go -round

It's so fun and games when somebody dies

Like driving 105 with the sun in your eyes

And everybody wants a ticket to ride to this party

Anybody that's wishing to die like Chris Farley

You can sniff the white china and drink

So you're retarded and lost somewhere over the rainbow like Judy Garland

And Lucy's in the sky with diamonds and Janis Joplin

And John Bonham and choking on vomit while phantoms watchin'

This is where the cowboys and old dirty bastards

Sought happiness but found a cold early past

And all you party monsters need to kick ass like Bruce Lee

Join the beast and crash the animal house and jump a Lucy

Step right up, step right up and listen close now

Cause the beast is about to visit your town

It's about, it's about to go

Now raise the can down and haul it off the merry -go -round

Step right up, step right up and listen close now

Cause the beast is about to visit your town

It's about, it's about to go

Now raise the can down and haul it off the merry -go -round

I am rollin' on the Ferris wheel

Where my Yankees fitted like a center field

Freaks, yo, bitches, sniff Perico

The bearded ladies shoot dope with needles

Ring my snooks, weed with asthma

Can't keep his pants up

Cop clowns in a miniature car

Drive by Senior Citizen Park

The greatest show on Earth

Bring your knives and guns

Nobody gets Fergus

Free admission

Cotton candy, nasty popcorn

Piston on a carousel for self

Puffin' the L

Razor blade shapes on the seatbelts

Seat tickets restricted

To midgets, magicians, mass murderers, mischiefs

Step right up, step right up and listen close now

Cause the beast is about to visit your town

It's about, it's about to go

Now raise the can down and haul it off the merry -go -round

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Blow!