Atlas

It's all hats off now

All drum rolls and applause

By a sleight of the hand, you

Will turn them into dust

Or face to face, you

Will lead them by their faults

Oh, drag your feet in the sawdust

Eaten alive? Just stare it out

Ooh

Ooh

Ooh

It's all good luck charms

All trying to understand

And deep inside, we (And deep inside)

Will always hope for the worst

You say you keep them close, but

They're closer than you think

Oh, drag your feet in the sawdust

Eaten alive? Just stare it out

Ooh

Ooh

Ooh

Next spring will bring you back again

You'll sigh and crack the whip for us

And maybe you will be the one

Who'll draw the line in the sand for us to cross

It's all pat backs now

All painting portraits time

And maybe when the night comes

You'll open up the cage

You'll open up the cage