Come one, come all, from miles around
see me fall and hit the ground.
Wouldn't it be grand to see
the worthless thing you've made of me?
Bring out the clowns and acrobats,
keep the knife deep in my back.
You pull me out to center stage
but never free me from my cage.
These iron bars are singed with hate
maybe this... my terrible fate.
So, come one, come all from miles around...
see me fall and hit the ground.
