It's been 15 years,
And I still don't understand everything this place has to offer.
With it's bright lights, and deformed prizes,
I am no one.
Then he came, designer suits and polished shoes,
and took our dreams away.
With a peice of paper, he bought the performers, the tent and the lights.
I followed behind.
It took awhile to understand that this was a tunnel,
there was no way out.
For another 3 years, I spoke in the same tounges, trying to tell the world
That this is a joke.
The new people came and saw the show,
they questioned Misuer's grace,
but what could they do?
We still perform our new tricks every night.
Or sit in our cages like animals.
At the mercy of this man who bought our Big Top.
