Biff Knocker

Lyrics

Step right in Wipe your feet on the sawdust Pay in cash Keep your questions small Under this canvas I juggle your secrets I know every face that would rather not fall

See the smiling clowns with the red-lined pockets Painted grins Little knives in their sleeves They trip over shoes Then they trip your balance They’ll laugh you blind while your wallet just leaves

Welcome to Biff Knocker’s big top Where saints wear greasepaint Sinners sell popcorn Every beast Every freak Every ice cold cop Is just another crooked soul in a borrowed uniform Step right up to your own reflection Bent in the mirrors till you look like me Welcome to Biff Knocker’s big top Where the cages are open But nobody’s free

There’s the lion Old king of the backroom bargains Golden mane Sharp teeth for the weak He roars for meat But he kills for favors Lets the ring burn slow while the timid squeak

High on the wire See the sleeveless angels Balancing ledgers Not lives In the air They smile for the crowd Eyes on the numbers Fall into beds made of other folks’ prayers

Welcome to Biff Knocker’s big top Where saints wear greasepaint Sinners sell popcorn Every beast Every freak Every ice cold cop Is just another crooked soul in a borrowed uniform Step right up to your own reflection Bent in the mirrors till you look like me Welcome to Biff Knocker’s big top Where the cages are open But nobody’s free

I pat every pocket on the way to confession (shh) Pull strings Pull rings Pull teeth from a smile You call it a crime I call it collection I just pass the hat And keep it a while (oh yeah)

Welcome to Biff Knocker’s big top Where the kind ones vanish The cruel take a bow Every beast Every freak Every ice cold cop Is just an old habit dressed as here and now Step right up to your own reflection If you look close You’ll see company Welcome to Biff Knocker’s big top You came for a show You’re the act to me