Pop goes the Earth

[INTRO – whispered circus static energy] Step right up… Yeah… don’t run now… Cotton Candy Gang in your town tonight… We don’t juggle balls… we juggle lives… [VERSE 1] Lights in the sky like a cracked-out rainbow, Spaceship shaped like a circus freak show. They hit the Earth with a popcorn payload, Snatchin’ up bodies in a cotton candy tornado. I seen a clown crawl out the chrome-ass dome, Big red nose, but his eyes say “no home.” He said “welcome, bitch, to the end of your roam,” Then wrapped a dude up like a sugary tombstone. Raygun popcorn turn your chest to butter, People screamin’ while the speakers go “bluh-bluh-bluh” stutter. Carnival demons got the streets in a gutter, And I swear I saw a clown eat a man like supper. [HOOK – aggressive chant] POP POP — goes your fuckin’ dome, Cotton Candy Gang drag bodies back home, Wrap you ass up in a fuckin’ candy web, Laugh while you scream, while you wish you were dead! POP POP — hear the circus cry, Big top doom in the red night sky, We ain’t here to play, we ain’t here for fun, We here to turn your whole world to crumbs! [VERSE 2] Step inside the tent, it’s a psychedelic slaughter, Clowns on stilts drinkin’ gasoline water. Cotton candy ropes hang kids from the rafters, Smiling while they turn your fear into laughter. I seen a trucker get chewed into glitter, Spit out his boots like the joke got bitter. Alien circus got the whole town spinnin’, And every damn clown just keeps on grinnin’. “Hey buddy,” they say, “wanna ride the ride?” Next thing you know you’re on the inside. No exit sign, just a sugar-coated hell, And the ringmaster rings like a broken-ass bell. [HOOK – louder, more chaotic] POP POP — goes your fuckin’ dome, Cotton Candy Gang drag bodies back home, Wrap you ass up in a fuckin’ candy web, Laugh while you scream, while you wish you were dead! POP POP — circus burns the sky, We the reason that the angels don’t fly, No salvation, no fuckin’ parole, Just popcorn nightmares eatin’ your soul! [VERSE 3 – final descent] Earth turned pink like a bruised-up jaw, Clowns eat fear like it’s fuckin’ raw law. Big top ship like a neon disease, Spreading chaos on the wind and breeze. I tried to fight back, but the bullets just bounce, Candy-coated death in every ounce. Cotton Candy Gang, we the last thing you see, When the circus comes to murder reality. [OUTRO – distorted laughter fading] Heh… heh… heh… Pop goes the Earth… Cotton Candy Gang forever… Step right up… and die laughing…