Won't You Join Me in the Freak Parade?
Kathy found the slimy stench
Of convention was taking her under
Photograph the sludge that hovered above
All around the magic wheel
An amalgam of smiles and thunder
But all around the magic wheel I'm in love
Something caught your eye
Thirty-five miles high
And it's falling down down down
Definition of her world
Is defined by the creatures around her
But Kathy knows reality is up high
Kathy handed me the pie
And I sliced it and served it to lovers
Stood upon a trampoline in the sky
This a dream I had
One that I want bad
And Kathy may think
I'm weird and creepy
If so I'll just keep on
Dreaming on
Won't you join me in the freak parade?
Together we can make it through all this
And live in circus tent of the solace
I have a creepy mustache
You have a sinking eyelash
And we both have an incredible rash
Invite all of your brothers sisters I
All the teachers and patient listeners I
And it will
Stop giving me motion sickness
In time
Writer/s: Jack Simons
