Carnies (with Clockwork Angels String Ensemble) - Rush

Under the gaze of the eight elms

A spectacle like you’ve never seen:

Spinning lights and faces

Demon music and gypsy queens!

The glint of iron wheels!

The bodies spin in a clockwork dance!

Oh, the smell of flint and steel!

A wheel of fate, a game of chance!

How I pray just to get away

To carry me anywhere

Sometimes the angels punish us

By answering our prayers

By answering our prayers…

The face of naked evil

Turns a young boy’s blood to ice;

(Indistinguishable)

Such a dangerous device

The glint of iron wheels!

The bodies spin in a clockwork dance!

Oh, the smell of flint and steel!

A wheel of fate, a game of chance!

Oh, shout toward the crowd;

Laughed elation ringing loud!

(Indistinguishable) marks in the hands of the innocent

The angry crowd moves towards him with malintent

How I pray just to get away

To carry me anywhere

Sometimes the angels punish us

By answering our prayers

By answering our prayers…

The glint of iron wheels!

The bodies spin in a clockwork dance!

Oh, the smell of flint and steel!

A wheel of fate, a game of chance!