In this fairground lovers laugh
And in this fairground sorrows of the past
How many stories dramas and tales
Love that blossomed love that failed
And in this fairground where the barrel organ plays
Where lovers meet and spend such happy days
In this fairground where the barrel organ plays
Where lovers meet and spend such happy days
Well Marie the drum major for you lusts
To bear his children and desire to thrust
In this fairground where love and hate do grow
Amongst the garish neon stories they do flow
Just another story, one more to tell
How many stories do these turnstiles swell
And in this fairground the drum major stalks his prey
So this doom laden tale it slowly spins away
And in this fairground the drum major stalks his prey
So this doom laden tale slowly spins away
Amongst the shadows the drum major licks his lips
Desiring your form and the swivel of your hips
In this fairground the tales they do spin
Of lust virtue joy and sin
And in this fairground the tales they do spin
Of lust virtue joy and sin