i peek into the hole, i struggle for control
  the children love the show, but they fail to see the anguish in my eyes
  fail to see the anguish in my eyes
  i scratch around the brim, i let my mind give in
  the crowd begins to grin, but they seem to screem when darkness fills my eyes
  seem to screem when darkness fills my eyes, it's no surprise
  fail to see the tragic, turn it into magic
  my big top tricks will always make you happy, but we all know the hat is wearing me
  my bag is in the hat, it's filled with this and that
  my vision's getting fat, the rabbit's just a monkey in disguise
  stars and pills and needles dance before our eyes
  they will bite the hand if ti is slower than the quickness of thier scrutinizing eyes
  fail to see the tragic, turn it into magic
  my big top tricks will always make you happy, but we all know the hat is wearing me
  chicanery will always make you happy, but we all know the hat is wearing me