your girl’s enslaved in a barn by a wannabe PT barnum
where he varnishes his specimens, cuz they’re all destined for stardom
he’s in bed with big pharma but he claims he never harms ‘em
thinks there are zero dissidents up in here but trust me, there are some

i’m shackled + feces-spackled because i sprouted webbed wings
a chained changeling, i flew in on gusts of harsh arctic winds
the artist wins but right now no one knows, this is how it begins 
i’m right here in between the bearded lady + the conjoined twins 

put on freak display like the ticking clock for doomsday 
who’s to say? fantasize about serving him as an entree, andale 
of course we double as dummies, we’re really just props to get him laid
and somehow, some way, on payday we never ever seem to get paid 

oh the odium of being gawked at on this greasy gaudy podium 
better pony up so i can get faded asap on some dope opium
i’m not user-friendly, i use up all the resources then usurp 
to cope with all the stress i stretch out + zone out with prime purp

wrapped in glitter + gauze to better accentuate my clandestine claws
no hidden clause in my contract for homicide by gleaming unhinged jaws 
i swoon + swirl around the stage to giddy eyewitness applause 
my paws hold fairy dust but soon they’ll grip employment laws

to the gathered crowd i’m as fascinating as an ensnared centaur
yet no one can sense our rage, although we’re deemed demented decor
wage a war, cage the wild boar, shortly this life will be his to deplore 
yeah we can beguile + contort but we can also go to extremes to extort

one of us, one of us

about to turn this psycho sideshow in to true crime, cue the crows
and its fearless ringleader, sting ‘im and bleed ‘er, leave him a john doe
we’ll elevate the aesthetic sensibilities here to a marina abramovic show  
he’ll die before 60 (no) 50 (no) 40 like marilyn monroe 

to retain his form, he pleaded, begged for a holy union but i seceded 
funneled + dumped his seed down the rusty drain cuz it’s no longer needed 
demons on my shoulders croon while the tantric translucent angels get depleted 
you’ll want a good view for this, trust me friends, you’re not gonna want to stay seated

i invoke the spirit of lorena bobbit bob for these poison apples, gobble it 
in the gold goblet i reduce his fluids down to a single doomed droplet 
i beseech you, this way to the egress everything in excess you’ll obsess 
over this never-before-seen curiosity, it’s so fresh in fancy dress

go figure now he’s the most grimy grotesque creature of us all 
such gall, the human race will have no choice but to blackball 
it’s a free-for-all, we flee + sprawl, bid him adieu in a spidery scrawl  
so just remember: if you fuck with us, it’ll be your ultimate downfall  

keep us locked up, get chopped up
one of us, one of us, one of usssssss

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