It all comes down to this: parts is parts; that's true
no matter if you're a mechanic or just a regular joe
struggling to put a puzzle together. I'm in charge
of the haunted house at this traveling carnival,
and you'd think, that with all this shit going on
that people would stop going to places like this.
I think it's just the opposite – people need us
to show them a horror they can look in the face,
and it doesn't matter if they blink, they're safe
behind the chicken-wire and 2-inch plexi-glass.
Like I say, there's always money in the aftermath
of tragedy; No ill wind that doesn't want to give
someone a blow job. Like me – the ringmaster
and the backstage staff, all in one. I sell tickets
too. I'll make some popcorn if you've got some.
I'm just trying to put on a show in difficult times,
trying to spread some smiles around. it's hard
work, but you have to have a purpose; an idea
that keeps you going like a candle in the dark
that lets you throw curses at the darkness. I am
always looking for the next big thing, if anything
I am a master at being resourceful. I've created
great new attractions from the available parts:
arms for coat-hooks with the hands attached,
as you enter my freak-show; teeth that snap
in the dark; I've hooked a heart up in stereo
for a soundtrack. Do you like that? Do you want
to know some of my ideas? Yes, I have ideas
for new attractions. It's not like we're in danger
of running out of raw materials anytime soon.
So come one, come all, to the greatest show left
on the planet. Pay what you have, we have three
rings, seven seals, seven trumpets blowing...
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