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letra de son of the circus - findlay napier & the bar room mountaineers

[verse 1]
sparks fly from the whip
amidst screams of antic-p-tion
the music from the carousel
competes with the generators
the fairground’s happed in mist
it’s a tired and a faded creation
from the boxing booth a cheer
another hero in the making’

[verse 2]
if your life is spent on the ropes
across a canvas broad and bl–dy
even a child knows winnin’ and hope
lasts longer than love and money
baitin’ the bear like bees around the ring
it’s been a long time since you felt their sting
too old and too proud to learn to stay down
what’s a few more fights in a few more towns
[chorus]
so it’s seconds out, spit in the pail
rise to your feet, start swingin’ ‘til the bell
if the pipes were playin’, it would be
“the ladies from h-ll”
you’re a son of the circus, my son
you’re a son of the circus, my son
you don’t know how to fail

[bridge]
my father’s hand in mind
his face in cool appraisal
can’t square with the man
that sits across the kitchen table

[verse 3]
sparks fly from the whip
amidst screams of antic-p-tion
the music from the carousel
competes with the generators
the fairground’s happed in mist
it’s a tired and a faded creation
from the boxing booth a cheer
another hero takes a beating

[chorus]
so it’s seconds out, spit in the pail
rise to your feet, start swingin’ ‘til the bell
if the pipes were playin’, it would be
“the ladies from h-ll”
you’re a son of the circus, my son
you’re a son of the circus, my son
well, it’s seconds out, spit in the pail
rise to your feet, start swingin’ ‘til the bell
if the pipes were playin’, it would be
“the ladies from h-ll”
you don’t throw in the towel, oh no
you don’t know how to fail
you’re a son of the circus, my son
you’re a son of the circus, my son

- findlay napier the bar room mountaineers

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