I didn't want no trouble
I was running from the marble
When the circus came to town
I went looking for a job
But the circus couldn't use me
So I turned about to leave
When the gypsy fortune teller
Grabbed me by the sleeve
She took me to her wagon
Where I fixed a broken wheel
And in return her secrets to me
She did reveal
I'm all rolled up
I can get their money's worth
It all comes down to
The greatest show of it
guitar solo
She said that she was restless
For some wide and open space
By tomorrow she'd be gone
And that I could take her
To a place
Well I did not need persuading
I knew I could not fail
I called myself Candida
And hid behind a veil
Let them all roll up
And get their money's worth
It all comes down
To the greatest show on earth
guitar solo
I traveled far and wide
And though I never told the truth
Kings and queens and presidents
Came flocking to my booth
For what the future holds
In store is anybody's guess
While fortunes count on me
And be made from people's loneliness
So let them all roll up
And get their money's worth
It all comes down
To the greatest show on earth
Let them all roll up
And get their money's worth
It all comes down
To the greatest show on earth
Let them roll up
And get their money's worth
In store is anybody's guess
It all comes down
To the greatest show on earth

It would have been right

If I wereано
Been spare
My life would be a fleeting

A fleeting transit
No one can stop me



So I'm called Ego Warriors
and if those of you who have not already been sworn in
there will be an opportunity for you to join our ranks
during this ditty.
Thank you.