Текст песни Carnies — Rush

Under the gaze of the angels,
A spectacle like he’s never seen:
Spinning lights and faces,
Demon music and gypsy queens!
The glint of iron wheels!
Bodies spin in a clockwork dance!
Oh, the smell of flint and steel!
A wheel of fate, a game of chance!
How I pray just to get away,
To carry me anywhere.
Sometimes the angels punish us By answering our prayers,
By answering our prayers…
The face of naked evil
Turns a young boy’s blood to ice;
Deadly confrontation
Such a dangerous device.
The glint of iron wheels!
Bodies spin in a clockwork dance!
Oh, the smell of flint and steel!
A wheel of fate, a game of chance!
Shout to warn the crowd;
Accusations ringing loud!
A ticking box, in the hands of the innocent.
The angry crowd moves towards him with bad intent.
How I pray just to get away,
To carry me anywhere.
Sometimes the angels punish us By answering our prayers,
By answering our prayers…
The glint of iron wheels!
Bodies spin in a clockwork dance!
Oh, the smell of flint and steel!
A wheel of fate, a game of chance!