the circus is full of smoke after all this years some were good, some were bad didn't know what i was about to start when i started though i wrote it all down god, i was so naive! when you're on the show, you've got to shoot not to sing wasn't it worth anyway 12 years, 6 were good, 6 were bad 20.000 songs in my head and a toast to all the pimps in the world here's to you hey, hey, here's to you, till the last bullet's fired welcome, sweet needles of success here's to you, you got to shoot, not to sing welcome, customers, whores, i still got my gun i still got my gun look, i point at you there's a shadow on the target, i guess you call it future and the fingertip-orchestras sounded like spirit rapping on the radio the day i sold my music for less than a soul to a full-playback-pop-music-teenage-hero here's to you, sweet needles of success welcome, customers, whores, i still got my gun here's to you, you got to shoot not to sing i still got some shots inside welcome, sweet needles of succes take me home, take me home oh, sweet needles of success here i go into the dry-ice fog