The Carnival Of Modern Life (Lyrics by Dave Kerzner)

Pt. 1 Welcome To The Carnival

Step right up and win some crap
We’ve got everything here
We’ve got gallons of beer
Over in the corner on the left your favorite reality tv stars
Full of entertainment value
What ever will they do next?

There’s plenty of booze
Nothing to lose
Gamble away
Hold on to your shoes
I’ll be your guide
So get on the ride
Stick out your tongue
and open wide
We’ll fill your brain inside
with gobbledygook
Ain’t that right?
Just ask my organ-playing monkey
Drink that punch
and follow me
into the fun house
the fun White House
Welcome to the carnival of modern life

Pt. 2 Freak Show

Freak show
We’ve got a freak show
Free swag
We’ve got free swag
Drugs flow
Let the drugs flow
Street slag
Come on street slag
News reel
Watch the news reel
Clowns cry
Hear the clowns cry
Spin wheel
See the spin wheels
Fists fly
Let the fists fly
Just come on by
Just come on and buy

Untrue and unkind
Watch morals unwind
And you’re losing your mind
The blind’s leading the blind

Pt. 3 High Noon

It’s high noon and you’re running cause you’re rolling the dice
you owe your self worth but you can’t pay the price
All the believers convinced that they’re right
All of them here for a day and gone in the night
Seeking those to fight
and hiding from the light

Pt. 4 Leave It All Behind

Tomorrow is just a seed in your heart
Change will take you right back to the start
Your power to leave it all behind
When will you claim your right to scale the mountain?
If you’re still wondering
What it’s all about
Don’t be the judge and jury
Fate will balance out
It’s only a drop of time
in waters full of rhyme

When you look inside
In the corners of your mind
What’s what & who’s who?
All of mankind
Is in you

Pt. 5 The Grand Finale (Look At Yourself)

Are we for people?
Are we just narcissists?
Walking through playgrounds
Tripping in politics
Judging the weak in the crowd
Dividing the meek from the proud
Scared of the same in us
Who can we blame or trust?

I break down
Merciful sun
Static
Here we are at the turning page
Doing the time
We’re all hypocrites
Look at yourself