

(hummmm-mm-mm) Step inside the ring of dust and stone
Where painted masks are overthrown
The carousel is spinning out of grace
Iron gears collide across the space
Brass horns call the contenders to their feet
Every shadow marching
to the beat (watch them fall)
Can you hear the trumpets sound the warning?
Flutes cut through the smoke and haze
The ringmaster lights the blaze
Draw the line,
raise your head
We take the ground where angels tread!
Welcome to the midnight coliseum!
Break the chains, let the lions run!
We fight beneath the ragged red pavilion (yeah!) Rising till the battle's
won!
Never bow,
never fold
In this circus bought and sold! (ohhhhh-woah!)
Welcome to the midnight coliseum!
Break the chains, let the lions run!
We fight beneath the ragged red pavilion (we rise,
we rise!) Rising till the battle's won!
Never bow, never fold
In this circus bought and sold! (yeah-eahhh!)
The dust
settles down...
Only one left to take the crown. (hummmm-mm)