He holds the flag. He has no guts He calls us to arms .He knows no glory He calms us down and he provokes He shouts so much. He is so fucking worried
Chorus: Meet, meet, meet the clown Meet, meet, meet the clown Idiots are sad, but they want to be happy Beat, beat, beat the clown Beat, beat, beat the clown Idiots are glad, clown sinks in his blood
He shows the tricks, but no one cares He looks so useless, He tries to cheat us. The cheap success has lost it’s force His voice is shaking. He feels the indignation
The mystery’s gone, there’s no magic wand Circus leaves our place, see you later, goodbye The mask of the clown, of filthy clown Hides candidate face