Death of a Clown
My makeup is dry and it cracks round my chinI'm drowning my sorrows in whiskey and ginThe lion-tamer's whip doesn't crack anymoreThe lions they won't fight and the tigers won't roar
La-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-laSo let's all drink to the death of a clownWon't someone help me to break up this crown?Let's all drink to the death of a clownLa-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-laLet's all drink to the death of a clown
The old fortune teller lies dead on the floorNobody needs fortunes told anymoreThe trainer of insects is crouched on his kneesAnd frantically looking for runaway fleas
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