Moth

The Siamese bicyclist, the dog with snakeskin and a lisp
Her ride the same size as a pig
White lines in the sand with mist

I'm happy
Yeah I'm happy
I'm just happy
That I'm here
Oh, I'm happy
Yeah I'm happy
I'm just happy
That I'm here

A carnival since ancient times
I love the Moon, see through the sky
We're on a hunt, we drive tonight
Black Cadillac, end of time
Sandstorm outside, preachers cry
Blood on your screen and lies
Circus freaks be look at me
I'm a circus freak, please come look at me

Yeah I'm happy
Oh, I'm happy
I'm just happy
That I'm here
I'm happy
Yeah I'm happy
Yeah, I'm just so glad that I'm here

Take, take down
White lines and the cross
I see through your butterfly shaped box, day
Hey hey hey
I see, I see through your butterfly shaped box