[Intro] [Creepy carnival waltz on a solo accordion, slow creeping bassline] [Theatrical, arrogant spoken male vocals] Step right up to the Jupiter tent, ladies and gentlemen. Keep your hands away from the cages, and please... don't insult the clown. [Explosive drop! Frantic dark cabaret punk rhythm, blaring brass, and manic saloon piano] [Verse 1] [Fast, bouncy, syncopated rhythm, sneering vocal delivery] Under the canvas in the Florida heat We're charging a quarter for the front row seat! Got a two-headed girl singing out of tune, And a killer clown smiling underneath the moon. Elsa is singing for a Hollywood dream, With a pair of wooden legs and a terrible scheme! So step right up to the cabinet of freaks, Where the strongman cries and the pinhead speaks! [Pre-Chorus] [Heavy tom drums, walking jazz bassline, creeping tension] We're selling the bones to the morbid museum! Locking the doors so the public can see 'em! [Chorus] [Massive wall of sound! Soaring trumpets, heavy distorted guitars, crashing cymbals, raw emo belting] Oh, welcome to the carnival, step into the light! We're the absolute prettiest monsters tonight! You point and you laugh from the edge of the stage, But the real psycho killer is outside the cage! So strike up the band and put on a show, We've got nowhere to hide and we've got nowhere to go! [Verse 2] [Tempo pulls back slightly into a sleazy, swinging jazz-punk groove] Dandy is a rich boy soaking in the red, Wearing Twisty's dirty mask with a hole in his head. He's playing in the water tank, gasping for air, While the lobsters and the bearded lady sit and stare! But don't play the music when Halloween falls, Or Edward Mordrake comes walking right through the walls! He's looking for a tragedy, looking for a ghost, And he's taking the soul that is hurting the most! [Pre-Chorus] [Theatrical tension building, swirling saloon piano, aggressive snare roll] We're selling the bones to the morbid museum! Locking the doors so the public can see 'em! [Chorus] [Maximum energy, huge chaotic call-and-response backing vocals] Oh, welcome to the carnival, step into the light! We're the absolute prettiest monsters tonight! You point and you laugh from the edge of the stage, But the real psycho killer is outside the cage! So strike up the band and put on a show, We've got nowhere to hide and we've got nowhere to go! [Bridge: The Curtain Falls] [Music drops completely. A slow, creepy waltz rhythm on a lone piano] [Vocals are raw, whispered, and menacing] The curtain falls down and the canvas is torn. Just a tragic collection of the beautifully deformed. You paid for a ticket, you paid for a fright... But we are the ones who rule the night. [Music builds back up with frantic intensity] WE ARE THE ONES WHO RULE THE NIGHT! [Instrumental Breakdown] [A chaotic, shrieking saxophone dueling with a heavy, chugging post-hardcore guitar riff over a driving drum beat] [Final Chorus] [Explosive return! Key change for maximum theatrical drama, singers screaming the backing vocals over the lead] Oh, welcome to the carnival, step into the light! We're the absolute prettiest monsters tonight! You point and you laugh from the edge of the stage, But the real psycho killer is outside the cage! So strike up the band and put on a show, We've got nowhere to hide and we've got nowhere to go! [Outro] [Frantic, high-speed, heavy cabaret breakdown] Nowhere to go! (Under the tent!) We've got nowhere to hide! (Pay the rent!) Take a bow, freaks! [Heavy brass and guitar chord rings out together] [Absolute silence]
