Friends In Low Places

Bigtop Season Two End Theme In old Venezia I made my trade Selling marionettes in my ramshackle place On that hallowed night when I lost my life All I remember was the gleam of the knife I vanish with no traces I’ve got friends in low places I wasn’t missed or mourned, my body never found But I made new friends here underground I was chosen for a second chance at life I am the watcher now I watch for all of time Face off with the faceless I’ve got friends in low places Oh, just another one in a long line of no ones One of many replacements With my friends in low places I vanish with no traces I’ve got friends in low places Oh, just another one in a long line of no ones Face off with the faceless With my friends in low places