A DAY AT THE CIRCUS

Hello, little wet dove...
It's time to start flying
I want you to be genious
When the lights turn on.

The press is on your back
Give them something
Give them something now
Something that won't vanish
Wasn't that
your goal Jack?

Fame can't be tough
With no pharmacyists around
Dark glasses: your shelter
Dr. Kevorkian is not at home

Aren't you high enough?
We'll remove the net then.
People love when
the pretty boy falls.