Bm Cm Cm Bm This house is a circus, berserk as fuck Bm Cm Cm Bm We tend to see that as a perk, though Bm Cm Look what it's done to your friends Cm Bm Their memories are pretend Bm Cm Cm Bm And the last thing that they want is for the feeling to end This house is a circus, berserk as fuck We tend to see that as a perk, though Look what it's done to your friends Their memories are pretend And the last thing that they want is for the feeling to end Bm Cm Cm Bm There's a room full of trouble and there's lovers to be had Bm Cm Cm Bm Those ones who make sinners out of such lovely lads Bm Cm Cm Bm Scaling the corridors for maidens in the maze Bm Cm Cm Bm And the anomaly is slipping into familiar ways Bm Cm Bm Cm Bm And we're forever unfulfilled and can't think why Like a search for murder clues in dead man's eyes And we're forever unfulfilled and can't think why Like a search for murder clues in dead man's eyes Bm Em D F#m D The more you open your mouth, the more you're forcing performance Em D F#m D And all the attention is leading me to feel important Bm Em D F#m D Now that we're here, we may as well go too far Wriggling around in incidents you won't forget There's certainly some venom in the looks that you collect Aimlessly gazing at the faces in the kiln And we're struggling with the notion that it's life, not film This house is a circus, berserk as fuck (We're forever unfulfilled) We tend to see that as a perk, though (Can't think why) Look what it's done to your friends Their memories are pretend (Like a search for murder clues) And the last thing that they want is for the feeling to end | TransposeReset Font sizeReset Chords fingeringsCm D Em F#m Bm |