Carnaval de Terror
(hahaha...
shhh...)
Beneath the gray Maine skies,
the paper boat floats by
Where the sewers hum a sweet lullaby
He wears a painted smile,
of crimson and of white
And if you hear his bells,
you will not survive the night (ooh...
ahhh...)
Do you want a balloon?
They float down in the dark
Do you want a balloon?
He’s waiting in the park
Beware the laugh of the clown in the rain
Under the streets of cold Derry,
Maine!
We all float down here,
his teeth are so bright
A mariachi of terror in the dead of the night!
He knows your deepest fears,
he feeds upon your cries
With greasepaint on his cheeks
and hunger in his eyes
The carnival is dead,
but the carousel still spins
And that is where the dance of the dead
begins
Every twenty-seven years, he comes back to play...
(shhh... you'll float too...)
(nooooo!) Beware the laugh of the clown in the rain
Under the streets of cold Derry,
Maine!
We all float down here,
his teeth are so bright
A mariachi of terror in the dead of the night!
(hehehe... goodbye, Derry...)