Send in the clowns
Cos I need to feel better
I just fell down when I opened the letter
Why does it have to be this way
Up and down and every other way
Something in my personality
Isn’t quite what it’s meant to be
I’m freaking out at triviality
As welcome as a golden gun to the head
I’m such a slob
I can’t go through the motions
So I open my gob and just swallow the potions
Why does it never work at all
I’m just so fed up with alcohol
Something in my personality
Isn’t quite what it’s meant to be
I’m freaking out at triviality
As welcome as a golden gun to the head
Is it safer in my bed
Is it safe to drink the water
Is it safe to be dead
Am I right to presume that its safe to write a tune
When it falls into a vacuum
Will I follow it too ?
There’s something wrong with my personality
There’s something there that’s not meant to be
I’m freaking out at triviality
As welcome as a golden gun to the head