The circus is full of smoke
   after all this years
   some were good, some were bad
   didn't know what i was about to start
   when i started
   though i wrote it all down
   god, i was so naive!
   when you're on the show,
   you've got to shoot not to sing
   wasn't it worth anyway
   12 years,
   6 were good,
   6 were bad
   20.000 songs in my head
   and a toast to all the pimps in the world
   here's to you
   hey, hey, here's to you,
   till the last bullet's fired
   welcome, sweet needles of success
   here's to you,
   you got to shoot, not to sing
   welcome, customers,
   whores,
   i still got my gun
   i still got my gun
   look, i point at you
   there's a shadow on the target,
   i guess you call it future
   and the fingertip-orchestras sounded
   like spirit rapping on the radio
   the day i sold my music
   for less than a soul
   to a full-playback-pop-music-teenage-hero
   here's to you,
   sweet needles of success
   welcome, customers, whores,
   i still got my gun
   here's to you,
   you got to shoot not to sing
   i still got some shots inside
   welcome, sweet needles of succes
   take me home,
   take me home
   oh, sweet needles of success
   here i go
   into the dry-ice fog