Mamaís in the lionís cage
Fighting for a bone
The children smile with painted faces
But they eat alone.
This life is a carnival
Smells of cheap beer and hazy fun.
Where people chew tobacco
And donít waste time with gum.
Eating out of a garbage can
Can be like picking someone to love.
We know itís used
Abused, like ripped up scabs
But itís better than being alone.
Popcorn and liquor is overflowing
But itís hard to find what you really need.
Drunken and beaten,
It can be better than knowing
But the crackling never is ceased.
Profanities spilling from my mouth
Excitement floods my bones.
But the eyes staring
Feels like sand paper and stones.
My skin is dirty.
My eyes are red.
I am the poster child for cynical fads.
Iím tipping over, blacking out
But before I fall
The carnival dies out.