fail to see the anguish in my eyes fail to see the anguish in my eyes i scratch around the brim, i let my mind give in the crowd begins to grin, but they
seem to screem when darkness fills my eyes seem to screem when darkness fills my eyes, its no surprise fail to see the tragic, turn it into magic my big top tricks will always make you happy, but we all know the hat is wearing me my bag is in the hat, its filled with this and that my visions getting fat, the rabbits just a monkey in disguise stars and pills and needles dance before our eyes they
will bite the hand if ti is slower than the quickness of thier scrutinizing eyes fail to see the tragic, turn it into magic my big top tricks will always make you happy, but we all know the hat is wearing me chicanery will always make you happy, but we all know the hat is wearing me