My Favorite Clown

The circus is back in town

here comes my favorite clown again

I love it when he strips his smile

puts it in a tidy pile of shame

And then my ol' favorite clown

paints on his faithful frown and plays

that old familiar game

of which i have no name but "Death"



We go marching

through these scorching times

our lungs are filled with dirt

but no amount of hurt

will stop us trying

We go marching

through these parching times

rain will come again

and just like distant friend

we'll both be crying



Oh that sweet awful sound

of my ol' favorite clown in need

i help him once again

to get back on his hands and knees



We go marching...