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• Artiste: The Joys
• Titre: Clowns
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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 Clowns 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? A 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 I have nightmares filled with clowns and you're there too You have a big red nose and stupid floppy shoes You're becoming one I can see the signs I hate clowns almost as much as I hate mimes A 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