Angle plays the ringmaster in this freak show of socially abnormal normalities. You want to see freaks? We got freaks for you. They’re all here; the tattooed man, the bearded lady, the ventriloquist, the geek, Little Miss Petty, the butt-hurt, the backstabber and many more!
lyrics
Verse 1:
Put your hands together, decidedly, you’ll release the clap on whoever
spits on the mic. That might be just in spite of me.
Don’t worry or get bunch in your Spidey undees. We got
plenty of freaks to exhibit for ticket moneys.
Step right up, to one of the greatest shows on Earth.
We got, Hunger and Thirst, the deformed and berserk.
All kinds of magic at work. You’ll see and hear it all for sure.
But, first, the butt-hurt, hate-filled from top hat to dirt.
Burdoned from grudge birth, to riding dirty in a hearse.
Not enough pos heard, neg on the regular, it’s absurd.
Word. Word ‘em up, thank you. Next up we have the
very talented Backstabber with not just one face, but two.
Seeing is believing, smile in your face, all the while,
they want to take your place, erase you, entertain your private space.
Now, you’re captivated by the characters and superstition.
Check the wildstyle on the wall, while we break for an intermission.
Hook:
Freaks! (repeated)
Verse 2:
Welcome back! I hope you got confection snacks at the concessions.
The next door fat lady stacking processed blessings.
Stretching the acception of the big-boneded conception.
Your made-in-American-sized consumption sweetheart.
Now, please welcome, the tattooed man!
Every skin inch, artistic glimpses of other hearts, mimicking stars
With a mask from a movie part. Can’t tell where he starts and the
Front ends; only runs deep as skin.
Now this lady’s got a beard, don’t let it raise your level of fear.
But, let me ask, “Is it really that weird?” All natural, as she appears.
Lady look like a dude that attracted you, got you packed in here.
ZZ TOP to her brazier. Your beastiality’s clear.
Next freak walks in, hugs reach my shin; Little Miss Petty.
But, dare to talk over her head, the little one gets testy.
She’s lost it. Just listen, while she’s spitting gossip, like a faucet.
Got a knack, gather ‘round her nude act in her shallow bath.
Hook Repeat
Verse 3:
For the final scene of the show, the finale needs to build and grow
The magician, the maestro, building a strange crescendo.
Bizarre tricks for the mind, sleight of hand, how’d he do that?
I cut that Used to Love H.E.R. right in half.
I’m floating, not flowing, grab your soul and levitate you.
Make you disappear and reappear in another place, you
can’t deny, there’s nothing up my sleeve, when I pull a gem out of disbelief.
Ventriloquist throwing voices on each beat.
For my final disappearing act, Im…(BOING)
Who let the chickenhead-biting geek out the cage? I’m trying to get my final word in.
God damn it, lower the curtain! (BOING! BOING!)
credits
from Cygnus Opus,
released June 15, 2018
Produced by Samuel Jonathan Johnson Jr.
Additional bass by J8.
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