This is a song called The Circus Of Death. It tells the true story of a

circus we met. The first two verses concern the actual arrival at Heathrow

Airport of Commissioner Steve McGarrett. The third emotionally describes a

map showing the range of the circus. The fourth and fifth were extracted

from an article in the Guardian of March the 19th, 1962. The last is a

short wave radio message from the last man on Earth.



Nine o'clock flight from Hawaii

The Trident is just touching down

We're waiting here on the tarmac

McGarrett is wearing a frown



He's here to help with a problem

A blood-spattered curse on our land

Please cast your eye over this map, sir

This business is quite out of hand



The circus of death is approaching

Its pathway is painted in red

Before it the frightened and helpless

Behind it a trail of the dead



The narcotic that forges their union

Is a substance known only to one

To the clown it is known as Dominion

It's a secret that he'll give to none



The drug which gives the clown power

Means the circus can never be stopped

And his dream can go on unhindered

'Til the last human being has dropped



Spare me and my family

I've done you no wrong

Go away, please let us be

I've known you for too long