Venetia Fair The Performers Tent (Mortus The Bum) Lyrics

What was that ? Just take a look;
it seems we’ve got ourselves a congregation…
Stop that knocking ! All this work and yet they keep from flocking .
Every single day in here is all the same to me,
but things are looking up… since you’ve arrived…
Places ! Places ! Performers just try and keep these people in their seats !

Up here onlookers - the tight rope rigid, fixed as perfect annulus…
I’ll find the time to breathe when I fall .
We’ll get that cleaned up shortly, we’ve got our cemetery in the back .
I’ll admit to a rocky start but it must go on !

We’re bound to impress you yet .
We’re bound to the acts we’ve always known without the time
or the drive to leave it behind .
So sit down in your seats and watch us work until we can’t stand .
We could’ve stood for more than this…

Hey ! Mr.-Show-Me-Something-Splendid - Jocastan Acrobats are ready to perform .
Did you ever think I would think you were the only one to want to see them fail ?
Swing swing, one mistake and you die a murderer .
The best you can do is pray and to pass them on .
Just wait for the human cannonball .
He can’t enjoy this place when he’s flying straight over our heads but… We’re bound to impress you yet .
We’re bound to the acts we’ve always known without the time
or the drive to leave it behind .
So sit down in your seats and watch us work until we can’t stand .
We could’ve stood for more than this…

If all the jugglers could juggle the jugglers do you think they’d ever hit the ground ?
If one of the jugglers lost faith in the others do you think we’d even hear the sound ?
If all the jugglers could juggle the jugglers do you think they’d ever hit the ground ?
If one of the jugglers lost faith in the others do you think they’d even recognize that…

We’re bound to impress you yet .
We’re bound to the acts we’ve always known without the time
or the drive to leave it behind .
So sit down in your seats and watch us work until we can’t stand .
We could’ve stood for more than this…

(introducing the human cannonball)

[Mortus The Bum]
Leave the flying to the seeds; we all give up our time eventually .
Breathe in each and every word from painted lips,
we know you’ll keep these exaggerated features in your head .
We know you’ll