Red Paint on the Carpets

Masks on

Flashlights off

Circle in the driveway

Grin like a chainsaw

Pull up in the minivan

Rust on the bumper, duct tape bands

Candy in the backseat, kids in the plan

Laugh in the mirror with the red on my hands (ha)

Face paint cracked in the rearview stare

Church on the hill got an empty chair

Pastor in the papers, “they vanished in pairs”

We were in the basement braiding each other’s hair

Red paint on the carpets

Red paint on the shrine

If the big top’s burning

Then the circus is divine

We chant one word, two times, three knives

“You’re ours, you’re ours”

If you see that smile in the dark tonight

That’s the murder clown choir

Carnival coupons, cut-out saints

Stuff ’em in a box with the teeth and the complaints

We don’t need sleep, we just need saints

Tie another knot in the rope of faith

Ice cream truck with the warped theme song

Every wrong note means you won’t live long

We pledge in the funhouse, palms on glass

Blood on the mirror as the candles laugh (shh)

Red paint on the carpets

Red paint on the shrine

If the big top’s burning

Then the circus is divine

We chant one word, two times, three knives

“You’re ours, you’re ours”

If you see that smile in the dark tonight

That’s the murder clown choir

Step right up

To the last thing you’ll see

Paper wristband

Is your death decree

Who’s laughing now?

Mouth wide, eyes wired

Every joke ends

At the funeral pyre (haha)

Red paint on the carpets

Red paint on the shrine

If the big top’s burning

Then the circus is divine

We chant one word, two times, three knives

“You’re ours, you’re ours”

If you hear that laugh in your lullaby

That’s the murder clown choir