The Shanklin Freak Show : Welcome to the show

Industrial Metal / United-Kingdom
(2008 - Self-Released)
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1. CAROUSEL

The show's in full swing,
So drop you're fucking things, stop spinning,
Nicotine stains on our brains,
It's all the same,

White trash machines,
Dirty fiends with silent screams,
Carnie fucking superstars,
We are what you are,

We're a freak show,
Where to go ? We don't know,
Round and round and round we go !

[Chorus]
Carousel,
Spinning 'til you go insane,
Carousel,
This world will melt your brain,
Carousel,

Decadent spirals
And multi-coloured labels
Everything's a blur,
Speeding up 'til it takes you under,

Apathy is everything,
But still I sing,
Welcome to the carousel,
It's a living hell,

We're a freak show,
Where to go ? We don't know,
Round and round and round we go !

[Chorus]

Life is a carousel my dear,
It keeps us spinning,
People don't understand our world,
They want to change it,
Welcome to the freak show babe,
We'll never change you,

Endlessly spinning, it's a carousel,
Round and round and round you go,
Where you'll end you'll never know,
Round and round and round you go,
Where you'll end you'll never know,

Life is a carousel my dear,
It keeps us spinning,
People don't understand our world,
They want to change it,
Welcome to the freak show babe,
We'll never change you,

4 3 2 1,
Carousel.


2. THE CURSE OF ALBERT CRAGG

In the winter of 1869,
There was a freak stalking the streets, he was a friend of mine,
In a long trench coat and a black top hat,
He'd creep in the fog and then he'd attack,
With a slice, chop, stab, stab skewer,
They never saw his face, it was always obscured,

He lurked in the shadows in the dead of night,
His knife danced in the eyes of pure fright,
They caught him in the end and hanged him by the throat,
Left him swinging and then they cut the rope,

His name was Albert Cragg.

Swinging from the gallows, they watched him die,
Then they cut him down and spat on his grave.
Swinging, swinging,
Swinging from the gallows,
He cursed the world,
He cursed us all...

And thus was born the curse of Albert Cragg,
Never mention his name or you'll get stabbed,
You can still hear his footsteps in the dead of night,
He'll cut you up and laugh with delight,

Swinging from the gallows, they watched him die,
Then they cut him down and spat on his grave.
Swinging, swinging,
Swinging from the gallows,
He cursed the world,
He cursed us all...

I'm Albert Cragg and I'm back from the dead,
You better watch out bitch, I'll cut off your head !
I'm Albert Cragg, I'm gonna make this world pay,
I'm coming for you, there's no running away...

With his final dying breath, he put a curse upon the world,
Before he was dead, this is what he said;
"My name is Albert Cragg, you can't kill me, I'll fucking kill you !
Anyone who forgets my name will get their neck slit, I can guarantee pain !"


3. TWISTED FAMILY

We are the creeps, the weirdos and freaks,
The one's who make the world complete,
You like to stop and stand and stare, point and laugh and taunt us all,

But we are the one's who know who we are,
Unlike the people you think you are,
You try so hard to fit in, you're shit scared of looking within,

Strangest of strangers,
Weirdest of weirdos,
Queerest of queers,
Your more than welcome here,

Crazy, we're crazy,
They hate us the way we're ment to be,
Crazy, we're crazy,
They hate us and our twisted family,

Rejected and mocked and beaten and kicked,
While everybody looks and laughs,
Hide inside and lock the door, swallow the key and never come out,

Rejected by God, Jesus and jah,
Just for being who we are,
Depression gives way to the purest of rage, I want to scream 'Fuck them all ! '

Strangest of strangers,
Weirdest of weirdos,
Queerest of queers,
Your more than welcome here,

Crazy, we're crazy,
They hate us the way we're ment to be,
Crazy, we're crazy,
They hate us and our twisted family,

Keep on dancing, keep on grinning,
We're not alone, we're family,
Keep on dancing, keep on grinning,
We're not alone, we're family

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