The Performers Tent (Mortus The Bum) - The Venetia Fair

What was that?

Just take a look

It seems we’ve got ourselves a congregation…

Stop that knocking !

All this work and yet they keep from flocking

Every single day in here is all the same to me

But things are looking up… since you’ve arrived…

Places !

Places !

Performers just try and keep these people in their seats !

Up here onlookers — the tight rope rigid, fixed as perfect annulus…

I’ll find the time to breathe when I fall

We’ll get that cleaned up shortly, we’ve got our cemetery in the back

I’ll admit to a rocky start but it must go on !

We’re bound to impress you yet

We’re bound to the acts we’ve always known without the time

Or the drive to leave it behind

So sit down in your seats and watch us work until we can’t stand

We could’ve stood for more than this…

Hey !

Mr.-Show-Me-Something-Splendid — Jocastan Acrobats are ready to perform

Did you ever think I would think you were the only one to want to see them fail

Swing swing, one mistake and you die a murderer

The best you can do is pray and to pass them on

Just wait for the human cannonball

He can’t enjoy this place when he’s flying straight over our heads but…

We’re bound to impress you yet

We’re bound to the acts we’ve always known without the time

Or the drive to leave it behind

So sit down in your seats and watch us work until we can’t stand

We could’ve stood for more than this…

If all the jugglers could juggle the jugglers do you think they’d ever hit the

ground?

If one of the jugglers lost faith in the others do you think we’d even hear the

sound?

If all the jugglers could juggle the jugglers do you think they’d ever hit the

ground?

If one of the jugglers lost faith in the others do you think they’d even

recognize that…

We’re bound to impress you yet

We’re bound to the acts we’ve always known without the time

Or the drive to leave it behind

So sit down in your seats and watch us work until we can’t stand

We could’ve stood for more than this…

(introducing the human cannonball)

Leave the flying to the seeds;

we all give up our time eventually

Breathe in each and every word from painted lips

We know you’ll keep these exaggerated features in your head

We know you’ll