Good For One Thing

Baptised, civilised, open your eyes Your shiny brogues aren’t foolin’ anyone Step right up, step right up You’re horror hungry that’s the truth We’ve the malformed, the deformed Money back if you’re not reborn But they’ll never be above you Tell ‘em you can smell their blood And stand up straight up son Make us some money Only good for one thing The coin that you bring in so Make ‘em dance, make ‘em sing High-wire mystifier, little miss Mercier Spitting into the face of Zeus Step right up, step right up You’re horror hungry that’s the truth Witness the limbless The shrunken, sunken and the skinless But they’ll never be above you Tell ‘em you can smell their blood And stand up straight up son Make us some money Only good for one thing The coin that you bring in so Make ‘em dance, make ‘em sing