I peek into the hole

I struggle for control

The children love the show

But they fail to see the anguish in my eyes

Fail to see the anguish in my eyes

I scratch around the brim,

I let my mind give in, yeah, yeah

The crowd begins to grin

But they seem to scream when darkness fills my eyes

Seem to scream when darkness fills my eyes

It's no surprise

Fail to see the tragic

Turn it into magic

My bag of tricks will always make you happy

But we all know the hat is wearing me

My bag is in the hat

It's filled with this and that

My vision's getting fat

The rabbit's just a monkey in disguise

Stars and pills and needles dance before our eyes

They will bite the hand

If it is slower than

The quickness of their scrutinizing eyes

Fail to see the tragic, turn it into magic

My bag of tricks will always make you happy

But we all know the hat is wearing me

Chicanery will always make you happy

But we all know the hat is wearing me