BANANASUTRA

Songs for a world gone bananas.

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Carnival FOTUS (ctd)

Step right up. The pigs are in suits, the clowns are in congress, Ginsberg and Orwell are in the cheap seats, and the carousel never stops.

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Lyrics

“America, when will you be angelic? When will you take off your clothes?”
[Short circus tune instrumental interlude]

Step right up, watch the puppets play,
Golden words in the light of day.
They promise you rivers, they promise you gold,
But bridges crumble where stories are sold.

Chorus
Oh, the Carnival FOTUS, a show so grand,
A game of mirrors, sleight of hand.
Round and round, the carousel spins,
Where truth ends, the circus begins.

Pigs in suits, clowns in disguise,
A masquerade of painted lies.
Bow to the state, they softly decree,
“I am the people, the people are me.”

Chorus
Oh, the Carnival FOTUS, a show so grand,
A game of mirrors, sleight of hand.
Round and round, the carousel spins,
Where truth ends, the circus begins.

“Step right up, my love, it’s all for free. But honesty? Oh, that’s the fee.”