American Horror Story lyrics

Are you afraid? You look like white marble,

There’s something wrong in this carnival,

Sideshow freaks and human marvels,

Redefine the meaning of “horrible”,

Our painted faces may look farcical,

But this is entertainment that’s terminal,

This is a Freak Show,

Oh God no!

Dance with the dead things,

Never gonna let you go,

Come on in,

I tip my hat,

You won’t see the sun again,

Everything goes black!

Come on, I know what you want,

To see some sick murder spree,

“Cos you love an American Horror Story!

We're the creatures coming clad in dapper uniform,

To leave your boundaries tattered and torn,

Axe wielding or with a fist full of steel,

We're the freaky creatures to make it real,

We'll drag you in, get under your skin,

Open your arms, let metamorphosis begin,

This is a Freak Show,

Oh God no!

Dance with the dead things,

Never gonna let you go,

Come on in,

I tip my hat,

You won’t see the sun again,

Everything goes black!

You can't hide from me,

I see you!

Come on, I know what you want,

To see some sick murder spree,

“Cos you love an American Horror Story!

Blood drips down the walls,

Eyes roll back in their sockets,

Get on your knees and crawl,

Writhing in your vomit (and filth)

There your sanity goes,

Now you know that you’re gonna die alone,

Watch your blood as it flows,

Dripping like the cocaine burning my nose,

All the wrong things,

And the sick people who like them,

You’re disgusting,

And that’s why we like you,

All the sick things,

And the nice people who like them,

This one is for you,

So welcome home!

Come on!

• Artist:Mr. Strange
• Album:Freak Show