White greasepaint, half on your cheeks, half in your tears.
hide the real you behind a mask of crooked teeth.
wear your red nose, your time is about to come
the scars on your soul will not come out.
Here comes the clown
big round of applause
please welcome to the clown
a lifetime spent in a laugh
Green curly wig and a letter you wrote in the dressing room:
“Why should I have to keep on playing the fool for you?"
all the gullible are sat down awaiting to have some fun
the hand slips into the pocket and grabs the gun.