If you like livin' on the edge of a knife
And you're looking for the time of your life
Leave your grandma at home, and get ready to go
We're gonna leave behind all tranquility
So if you really want your brains to explode
We're just about a half a mile up the road
Just sign your waiver, 'cause if you break a bone
We deny responsibility
At the Strawberry Festival
The level of risk is acceptable
Unless we're talking gastrointestinal
We're not responsible for your dry cleaning
(A tool machine, a death drop, a ferris wheel of fear)
That's right (a carrousel of carnage, we got everything in here)
We got it all (we're gonna toss you, spin you, hang you upside down)
(You're gonna need a lot of therapy before you hit the ground)
At the Strawberry Festival
The level of risk is acceptable
Unless we're talking gastrointestinal
But we cannot stress this enough
We're not responsible for your dry cleaning
At the Strawberry Festival
Turn it up to the highest decibel
Where the thrills are really nonsensical
Come on down, come on down
To the Strawberry Festival (just come on down)
The Strawberry Festival (whatcha waitin' for?)
The Strawberry Festival (come on, come on, come on)
The Strawberry Festival
