August at the country fair
Three years runnin the Tilt A Whirl
Candy floss and cigarettes
Yellow fingers teeth a mess
Came here to escape it all
But now I've just stayed to long
I'm not like them
Born and raised carnys
I love the rides
I love the smiles
But this can't last
Happiness is in the air
Lost on me in my dispair
I just need solid ground
Make my world go round and round
I love the rides
I love the smiles
But this can't last
August at the county fair
Do you want to go faster
August at the county faster
Do you want to go faster
Do you want to go faster