Therapy Caravan Of The Fair Room

She's got too many troubles on her mind

Her father told her to leave, this was too much trauma

For a poor widower's soul she was a child

She was once happy before she buried him beneath the sand

You can't save her now

She's going to the guillotine

You can't save her now

You can't save her now

She's going to the guillotine

You can't save her now

I awoke last night to hear the screaming of a child

But it wasn't mine

I doubt this fairytale will put me back to sleep

To put me back to sleep

But what the hell

I opened the bathroom door

And there on the floor wrapped in towels was a small child

So they say she was bearing a child when

She was put to death but now

My imagination's going too far

So I went to a man in white he said

"Come to the south, you find redemption there"

Why the south I don't know why

But you must trust me

To my former self

This is my scrapbook

I'll paint my walls you'll see me there

I've seen a masterpiece covered in blood

He's a ghost a broken dream

Access my mind make me a believer

I awoke last night to hear the screaming of a child

But it wasn't mine.

I doubt this fairytale will put me back to sleep

To put me back to sleep

But what the hell

'Cause the four horsemen of the apocalypse are coming

And they are not bringing flowers

'Cause the four horsemen of the apocalypse are coming

And they are not bringing flowers

Keep me awake, you'll find we have something in common

Keep me awake, you'll find we have something in common

Yes, sir