Clown boots and banana peels
Blaming all your slips
Chief’s badge and a plastic flower
For the fires you lit
White paint and a dark disguise
Covering your grin
Trick deck and a rusty horn
Distract to get away with this
Clowns, here come the clowns.
Terrifying tressled rogues
With novelty launch codes
Juggling their sharpened knives
While tripping over tongues
Fitting into daddy’s shoes.
'til there’s no-one left to lose.
Spinning tie and a dart board
Shall we pick a truth?
Buffoon, how they covet you
But do you get the joke?
Whose spark are you clinging to
That makes your hair do that?
Red nose, a smiling caricature
Can you feel the mask, it’s melting...
Clowns, here come the clowns.
Terrifying tressled rogues
With novelty launch codes
Juggling their sharpened knives
While tripping over tongues
Fitting into daddy’s shoes.
'til there’s no-one left to lose...we lose
Lyrics by John Berry