Big Top Bloodbath

Lyrics

Intro
children chanting, distant calliope loop
Come one, come all
To the graveyard show
Red noses
Red balloons
Red on the floor

Chorus
Step into the tent, it’s a blood-soaked crowd
Two clowns in the ring, who laughing now?
Penny got the kids in the sewer so foul
Art bring the hacksaw, silence so loud
Big top bloodbath, heads come off
Teeth get sharp when the lights cut off
Paint that smile, let the face peel off
You came for a show?
You don't walk off

Verse 1 – Pennywise
Ohhh, look who crawled from the alley trash
Mute little mime with a dollar-store mask
I’ve been chewing on fears since the ‘80s passed
You just chew on necks, leave ‘em bleeding in grass
I’m a cosmic itch in the back of your skull
You a thrift-shop freak with a garbage bag full
Of limbs, cheap tricks, cafeteria gore
I turn trauma to a myth kids still pray for
I dance in the dark where the storm-drains sleep
You mop public bathrooms with bargain bleach
You need props, I pop straight from a crack in time
Your whole act like a fan-film jack of mine
I got firefly eyes in the Derry rain
Every 27 years, I reset your brain
Halls full of lockers, they all leak red
You stuck on a bicycle, sawing one head
I'm the voice in the vent saying “we all float”
You just scribble on walls with a slit throat
I shape-shift into what you fear the most
You shape-shift into "who the hell even knows?"

Verse 2 – Art the Clown
(shhhh)
Laugh for a second then I carve that grin
I don’t talk, lil b*tch, I dig right in
Black and white suit, that’s a funeral fit
I bring bags, zip ties, duct tape, brick
You love speeches, I love work
You love jokes, I love hurt
You love floaty little dreams in the gutter
I love watching ribs when I peel back butter
You got rules, lil demon in a raincoat
Cycle on a schedule, union payroll
I’m a freelance butcher on a cheap night bus
Last stop? Your spine, then I sweep that dust
Bathroom stall, smear art on the walls
Your face, my brush, that’s bathroom stalls
You haunt kiddies ‘cause adults might swing
I gut grown folks in a dingy ring
Café scene, I just sit and stare
You need thunderclaps, I need one chair
You a children’s book with a movie deal
I’m a grainy tape cops pray ain’t real

Chorus
Step into the tent, it’s a blood-soaked crowd
Two clowns in the ring, who laughing now?
Penny got the kids in the sewer so foul
Art bring the hacksaw, silence so loud
Big top bloodbath, heads come off
Teeth get sharp when the lights cut off
Paint that smile, let the face peel off
You came for a show?
You don't walk off

Verse 3 – Pennywise
You think being quiet makes you scarecrow slick?
You a mime with a kink for dismantling chicks
Tearing ‘em in half on a basement chain
That’s not horror, that’s unstable brain
I’m ancestral rot in the town you breathe
You’re a costumed creep in a dingy sleeve
I warp whole cities like a fever dream
You crash small parties on a dusty screen
Kids see me, veins fill up with tar
Streetlights hum, they forget who they are
I pull ‘em underground like a Sunday snack
You chase college girls in a rental shack
Look at your makeup, crusty, caked
I got carnival color that the souls can’t shake
Your eyes just dead like a broken toy
Mine turn every grown man back to a boy
I got spider legs creeping out the well
Jaw unhinged, I’m a portal to hell
You got a horn and a loser grin
Your whole origin story?