Dirty little clown

Dirty little clown 

Covered in grime 

Feathers in your mouth 

How come you're mine 

You sleep in the sawdust 

Amongst elephant dung 

Your clothes are all patched up

Your yarn's been spun 

We live like traipsing gypsies

Mayhap t'aint no bad thing

Our legs and arms are bruisèd

But we don't feel a thing 

We live to make you amusèd

We exist to fill the ring 

With hollow sounds of laughter 

And toothless tiger moans

We live and die like pigeons

Cartwheels grind our bones

Home is where they parties 

Home is so remote 

Home is just an ocean 

Swallow in my throat 

I'm standing outside 

the nail varnish boutique 

Looking in

At all the beautiful colours 

And all the beautiful women 

Paradise is just 

a plate glass window away 

Squash my nosey face 

This feather bed is minging

Let's go to your place.

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