Western: CLOWN SUIT & BAD JOKES – Costume Party (Lyrics)

Everyone I see is in a clown suit

It must make it a little easier to bare the bad news

It scares me to death but all I ever do is bath

Everywhere I look is a car crash

Butterfingers and black gloves

Somebody call the cops

Anything that I get ahold of is just another bomb to drop

Dirty hands that don’t make fists

Burn the body, burn the bridge

Give it up or give it a twist

Either way I won’t feel a thing

You’re gonna get

What you give

Forget what you see

Shine a little light in my best defense

Oh wow another empty shell

Ring another little bell

I’ll come running

I’ll come crawling out of the shadows

Into the sun

Burst into the frontlines

Dead until the deed is done

I know I’m not the only one

I know I’m not the only one

Butterfingers and black gloves

Somebody call the cops

Anything that I get ahold of is just another bomb to drop

Dirty hands that don’t make fists

Burn the body, burn the bridge

Give it up or give it a twist

Either way I won’t feel a thing


Breaking news interrupted

By bad jokes

Cartoon characters

Are running the show

It entertains the holy ghost

In sheltered homes

And those hipsters downtown don’t know

They hope to sell their souls

Don’t hate the player

Hate the game

If you can take the pleasure

Then you can take the blame

Oh the ignorance is bliss

And I truly wish it was as simple as this

One face all the pages

One flat that joke that wages wars

On his friends

With some paper and a pen

Like trashy reruns on a television set

A steady stream that never ends

Though it might bring us together

It doesn’t really matter if we’re in the wrong

Place at the wrong time

Got the right guy

But the wrong crime

It entertains the holy ghost

In sheltered homes

And those hipsters downtown don’t know where to go

To sell their souls

The masters of illusion

Are laughing to the bank

The sick sadistic hypnotists are playing with their prey

When this party’s over the darkness turns to day

I’m afraid to see the mess that might be left in its wake

When we’re all written off

When the night is upon us

We’re right where they want

All written off

Somebody does the devil’s work in the name of god

When we’re all written off

When the night is upon us

We’re right where they want

All written off

Somebody does the devil’s work in the name of god

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