Circus of the Mad

As I walk, as I walk, as I walk into the wind As it cracks upon my face I won't seem the same again Leave me blind, leave me burned, leave me buried in the dirt Put a spell upon my grave and be on your way What you wanna wait for I won't ever stand behind in a line no more Man I need to get more And the money seems to fall through the holes in my clothes I'm not tired, I'm not spent, I'm not sleepy put pence Seem to fall through the holes in the pockets of my jeans I'm not here, really appear, let me disappear away To the circus of the mad and meet my friends What you wanna wait for I won't ever stand behind in a line no more Man I need to get more And the money seems to fall through the holes in my clothes Man I need to get more And the money seems to fall through the holes in my clothes (3 X)