I peek into the hole I struggle for control

The children love the show but they fail to see the anguish in my eyes

Fail to see the anguish in my eyes

I scratch around the brim I let my mind give in

The crowd begins to grin but they seem to scream when darkness fills my eyes

Seem to scream when darkness fills my eyes its no surprise

Fail to see the tragic turn it into magic

My big top tricks will always make you happy

But we all know the hat is wearing me

My bag is in the hat its filled with this and that

My visions getting fat the rabbits just a monkey in disguise

Stars and pills and needles dance before our eyes

They will bite the hand if it is slower than the quickness of their scrutinizing eyes

Fail to see the tragic turn it into magic

My big top tricks will always make you happy

But we all know the hat is wearing me

Chicanery will always make you happy

But we all know the hat is wearing me