We built this circus called home on a dead man’s breath
So when it’s feeding time
You better get in line
And if your god demands that you jump to your death
You better ask how high
Dear lord, how high?
Go bury your heads in the sand
Their lies are in high demand
Keep buying brand after brand
Yeah go ahead
Tell me that I don’t understand
And slit your motherfucking wrists till you lose your hands
Everybody’s got blood on their hands
So what the fuck makes you think that you’re so clean?
Everybody just wants what they can’t have
So keep your eyes glued tight to your TV screen
This is the real American Creepshow
The main event you’re all dying to see
We make the innocent bleed
It’s what you all fucking need
Thrill in horror as you clutch at the edge of your seats
Laugh out loud as we feed our insatiable greed
So when it’s feeding time
You better get in line
And if your god demands that you jump to your death
You better ask how high
Dear lord, how high?
Go bury your heads in the sand
Their lies are in high demand
Keep buying brand after brand
Yeah go ahead
Tell me that I don’t understand
And slit your motherfucking wrists till you lose your hands
Everybody’s got blood on their hands
So what the fuck makes you think that you’re so clean?
Everybody just wants what they can’t have
So keep your eyes glued tight to your TV screen
This is the real American Creepshow
The main event you’re all dying to see
We make the innocent bleed
It’s what you all fucking need
Thrill in horror as you clutch at the edge of your seats
Laugh out loud as we feed our insatiable greed
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