Ben Butterworth - Coliseum

Sitting in a tunnel below the coliseum
Watching the street lights change
And the cars nervously driving past the courthouse
They eye of the law peering down from his chambers above

Got no place to go, no place to be
The circus doesn't come here anymore

Listening to the fake birds
Trying to scare away pigeons
Desolate downtown hazy and humid
Lazy, sleeping through a beautiful day

Got no place to go, no place to be
The circus doesn't come here anymore
Tigers and clowns, princes in crowns
Elephants and jugglers and bootleg ticket smugglers
All the night's they thought my roof might cave in
I can still hear the rumble, I can hear the roar
But the circus doesn't come here anymore

Demolition thats whats in my future
Monolithic behemoth a relic of a city past
Another building will take its place someday
I'll be rubble, twisted steel, and broken glass

Got no place to go, no place to be
The circus doesn't come here anymore
Tigers and clowns, princes in crowns
Elephants and jugglers and bootleg ticket smugglers
All the night's they thought my roof might cave in
I can still hear the rumble, I can hear the roar
But the circus doesn't come here anymore

Written by:
Ben Butterworth

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