Upon the Circus Bus - Guided By Voices

Tanning beds explode in front of us

Angry children begin to cuss

All in the same key

Sharpening elbows and kicking knees

Olives made with concrete pits

Sows scrape low hanging tits

Chuck Berry wasn’t even on the list

Eyeliner runs on cherry lips

And as we abandon all those who defended us

We all know what is waiting for us

On the circus bus upon the circus bus

The yellow haired wizard won’t be coming back

Swimming as slow as a wet paper bag

The crooked hat on the weird witch’s head

Is filling with ideas to break our band…