They Might Be Giants

Quit The Circus
I'll blink once for no I'll blink twice for no You hijack my thoughts Every single night You could be more help But you don't help a lot Scarecrows only work in the light Seeking a purpose Stuck in the circus Now I make as much sense as the car on the lawn Sinking real low until it is gone I can barely think Thinking to myself I'll stay in the car While you raise some hell There must be a way to scare off this old ghost The one I fear the most of the time All our descendants Finish the sentence We're as much use as the rotary phone We keep on the floor to prop the door closed From Letras Mania