On With The Show Lyrics

Telephone, telephone
What did you scream into your telephone? Telephone!
What did you scream into your telephone? Telephone!

I'm a shit stain slave with a grind of my own
I work day and night, less respect than a Juggalo

I'm frying on the outside and frozen in the center
I'm telling you, I'm telling you to watch out for my temper

You won't like me when I'm angry
You'll see banners everywhere

The street where I'm from,
in the town where I live is now barely even there

Telephone, telephone
What did you scream into your telephone? Telephone!
What did you scream into your telephone? Telephone!

I haven't had fun in what seems like years
I had a thumbs up for you but it was caught in the gears

These tears are just onion eyes
This heart is just broken
This body is a break room where burnouts are smoking
This body is a break room where the burnouts are smoking

Telephone!

What did you scream into your telephone? Telephone!
What did you scream into your telephone? Telephone!

Telephone!

I'm a clown, I'm just here to entertain
Tear me up and stuff me down the drain

I'm a clown, I'm just here to entertain
Tear me up and stuff me down the drain

Ah!

The Lawrence Arms - Greatest Story Ever Told

Sep 2003

1. Introduction
2. The Raw And Searing Flesh
3. On With The Show
4. Drunk Mouth Kitchen Smile
5. Alert The Audience!
6. Fireflies
7. The March Of The Elephants
8. Chapter 13: The Hero Appears
9. Hesitation Station
10. The Revisionist
11. The Ramblin' Boys Of Pleasure
12. A Wishful Puppeteer
13. The Disaster March
14. Outro