| Baby, we are living a life |
| That most could only dream of |
| And baby, look at the debris |
| Of what we have become |
| Oh can’t anybody help us? |
| Why should anybody care? |
| I’m so taken in by you, I would follow you |
| Ooh, to the other side |
| Our connections are sugar sweet |
| So strap up, take it all in your stride |
| Oh can’t anybody help us? |
| Why should anybody care? |
| Cut throats are going in for the kill |
| Bumbling flashes snapping at our heels |
| We may appear like circus freaks |
| Juggling with all we have able |
| But at the end of the day |
| Our cards upon the table |
| Nothing left concealed |
| Oh, all will be revealed |
| Baby, we are living the life |
| That most could only imagine, imagine all the people |
| And baby, look at the debris |
| Of what we have become |
| Clear all this clutter from the front room dear |
| Give me a little whistle when the coast is clear |
| 'Cause, we may appear like circus freaks |
| Balancing upon a tight rope |
| To a dumb struck helpless crowd |
| Willing us on, hope against hope |
| We may appear like circus freaks |
| Death defying antics down a dead end street |
| Desperate to avoid the tabloid |
| Soiled to the soles of our feet |
| We may appear like circus freaks |
| Juggling with all we have able |
| But at the end of the day |
| Our cards upon the table |
| No more bets |
| No more bets |