Home of the Slave - Larry and His Flask

What you gonna do when the circus come to town?

I said, what you gonna do when the circus comes to town?

I’m gonna grab my things and sally my way down

We got reds on the right, blues on the left

And somewhere in the middle we got all the rest

I say fuck Folsom prison, I say run for your life

'Cause the way things are going we’ll be living on the edge of a knife

The damn man kicked down my door

Lucky for me I didn’t live there no more

Got the hell outta there 'fore he be burning it down

Now he’s going door to door trying to sell himself pound for pound

She says this, he says that, but she’d rather crack him with a baseball bat

It doesn’t really even matter what they’re saying at all

Nothings really gonna change and we’re all gonna take the fall

What you gonna do when the circus come to town?

I said, what you gonna do when the circus comes to town?

I’m gonna grab my things and sally my way down

I’m gonna grab my things and sally my way down

I’m gonna grab my things and sally my way down