Intro: Bm Cm Cm Bm

 Bm Cm                             Cm Bm
This house is a circus, berserk as fuck
               Bm Cm             Cm Bm
We tend to see that as a perk, though
                         Bm Cm
Look what it’s done to your friends
          Cm Bm
Their memories are pretend
 Bm Cm                                                        Cm Bm
And the last thing that they want is for the feeling to end

Bm Cm                              Cm Bm
This house is a circus, berserk as fuck
             Bm Cm                Cm Bm
We tend to see that as a perk, though
                          Bm Cm
Look what it’s done to your friends
          Cm Bm
Their memories are pretend
                        Bm Cm                               Cm Bm
And the last thing that they want is for the feeling to end

              Bm Cm                                         Cm Bm
There’s a room full of trouble and there’s lovers to be had
Those ones who make sinners out of such lovely lads
Scaling the corridors for maidens in the maze
And the anomaly is slipping into familiar ways
          Bm F#m    Bm            F#m                 Bm
And we’re forever unfulfilled and can’t think why
F#m                   Bm        F#m                        Bm F#m
Like a search for murder clues in dead man’s eyes
        Bm    F#m   Bm           F#m                    Bm
And we’re forever unfulfilled and can’t think why
F#m                     Bm       F#m
Like a search for murder clues in dead man’s eyes

Bm Cm
Em D F#m D

     Bm 
The more you open your mouth,
                                              Em         D F#m D
the more you’re forcing performance
                                                                           Em D F#m D
And all the attention is leading me to feel important
Bm                                                                    Em D F#m D
Now that we’re here, we may as well go too far

Bm Cm Cm Bm

Wriggling around in it so that you won’t forget
There’s certainly some venom in the looks that you collect
Aimlessly gazing at the faces in the queue
And we’re struggling with the notion that it’s life, not film

 Bm Cm                             Cm Bm
This house is a circus, berserk as fuck
               Bm Cm             Cm Bm
We tend to see that as a perk, though
                         Bm Cm
Look what it’s done to your friends
          Cm Bm
Their memories are pretend
 Bm Cm                                                        Cm Bm
And the last thing that they want is for the feeling to end