Dance of the Dope Hats
I peek into the holeI struggle for controlThe children love the showBut they fail to see the anguish in my eyesFail to see the anguish in my eyes
I scratch around the brimI let my mind give inThe crowd begins to grinBut they seem to scream when darkness fills my eyesSeem to scream when darkness fills my eyesIt's no surprise
Fail to see the tragicTurn it into magicMy big top tricks will always make you happyBut we all know the hat is wearing me
My bag is in the hatIt's filled with this and thatMy vision's getting fatThe rabbit's just a monkey in disguiseStars and pills and needles dance before our eyesThey will bite the hand if it is slower than the quickness of their scrutinizing eyes
Fail to see the tragicTurn it into magicMy big top tricks will always make you happyBut we all know the hat is wearing meChicanery will always make you happyBut we all know the hat is wearing me