Circus Without Clowns 3

[Verse 1]
This is the night of living dead
They crowd the streets
In search of who they are
And when it's time to go to bed
You can hear them breathe
Like choking on a cigar

[Pre-Chorus]
And though I'd like to pledge allegiance
I'm afraid it can't be found
So as they fire up their legions
I've got another plan
Some of you won't understand

[Chorus]
This is a circus without clowns
Rotting in this town
I try to hold my ground
But that ain't right
That ain't right

We're in a circus without clowns
Rotting in this town
We try to hold our ground
But that ain't right
That ain't right somehow