Clowns

When I was a kid

My dad had pictures of these clowns

He hung them on my wall

And wouldn't let me take them down

I didn't understand then

And I still can't figure out

What those goddamn clowns

Were so goddamn sad about

Clowns were my boss at every job I ever had

Clowns run all the record companies

That ever said we're bad

A clown pretended to be a girl

Who pretended to be my friend

This world is run by clowns

Who can't wait for it to end

I have yet to meet a kid

Not scared to death of clowns

They don't walk and they don't talk

They've got painted on frowns

A clown with a gun

I hope I never see

Would he shoot himself

Or shoot me I don't know

Clown taught every class

I took at my old high school

Clowns all wear speedos

When they hang out by the pool

Clowns dress up like cops

And threaten to call my folks

This town is filled with clowns

Who don't get my jokes

They fall on their asses

It takes lots of practice

They fall on their asses

It takes lots of practice

They fall

They fall

And nightmares filled

With clowns and you're there too

You have a big red nose

And stupid floppy shoes

You're becoming one yeah

I can see the signs

And I hate clowns almost

As much as I hate mimes

Clown was my boss at every job

I ever had

Clowns run all the record companies

That ever said we're bad

A clown pretended to be a girl

Who pretended to be my friend

This world is run by clowns

Who can't wait for it to end

Wait for it to end

Wait for it to end

Wait for it to end