The circus is in town
But they’ve got submachine guns
Motley jester hats and switchblades
They’re killing parents and killing kids
They stabbed someone’s uncle in the face
High-pitched laughter
A stolen jeep
These little killers are going 90 miles per hour
With blood on the tires
They ransacked a produce tent and shot 20 people
They hid in the vents at the fitness center
Then toppled weights on perfectly sculpted jocks
And the receptionist got raped by four-foot madmen
Before they forcefed her a heaping pile of health pills
Pedestrians were found tied to poles
With their intestines dragged to the middle of the road
The schoolyard wasn’t safe from machine gun fire
And children screamed when the grenade went off
Crucified corpses and burned bodies
have purple spraypaint
A signature left by midgets gone mad