Ladies and gentlemen, children of all ages! Come one, come all to the circus of nightmares. In the center ring we have our freaky ringmaster, Fad Gadget! Listen as he extols the glory of his beloved weaponry.
Based on an actual American revolver named the Saturday Night Special, the song describes this perfect family. Man, wife, son. And the man's gun. All played at a freakishly slow, baroque-esque pace, perfectly warping this image of a happy American family (I stress the American part because Fad Gadget is actually English). In all honestly, it sounds like a fear carousel.
The man's belief to have the right to own a gun (and subsequently shoot a person) keeps him the dominant in the family. His wife is a perfect angel when the neighbors are looking, but a minx in the bedroom. His son is a credit to the family name. His daughter? What, there is no daughter. Don't be ridiculous. It's not like he killed her because he didn't have a son.
He will have order in his family. And if not? Well, there's always brute force.
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