See me step into the ring
Shining like a frantic star
Whirling round my scarf
Gosh the clown falls from a dreadful height
Take a photograph
Blimey he's all right
Never thought I'd see the day
When the boy who ran away
Pointed back into my eyes
With all his multicoloured spies
Life is a Grimm tale sometimes.
Scream at the top of your voice
(Holler and shout)
Your days are numbered
Well you never know how many left you got
'Cause you probably haven't really got a lot.
Princess, will you merry me?
Shine the spotlight on her please
Tearing off the roof
Little Miss Khoo is walking on the wire
Take a photograph
How we do admire
Strangers that we barely meet
Buried deep beneath the street
Fall in love with deadly charms
And fall to die here in my arms
Life is a Grimm tale sometimes.
Scream at the top of your voice
(Holler and shout)
Your days are numbered
Well you never know how many left you got
'Cause you probably haven't really got a lot.
Do you want to come inside the tent?
Prohibited by the government
And watch your painted girls and boys
Join in the overwhelming noise...
Scream at the top of your voice
(Holler and shout)
Your days are numbered
Well you never know how many left you got
'Cause you probably haven't really got a lot.
Life can be a Grimm tale
It makes you wail and shake
Your head from side to side ...
It's all part of the ride.