The freak show is over,
It’s raining, it’s late,
The circus is leaving town.
Time for the Siamese twins to separate,
The strongman will hold them down.
Do you think you really want to be a part of me?
Do you think you really want to be, want to be someone’s Siamese Twin?
Baby, breaking free is agony, do you know what it means?
Do you want to be a Siamese Twin?
They used to be one
In more ways than one,
Now separate ways they’ll go.
It’s painful, but partings are never fun,
The midget will find a saw.
‘Nobody will ever be closer to me’
Said one to the other and sighed.
‘Bleeding on this barroom table
Is the last time you’ll see us together,
But we’ll keep the scars on our sides.’