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King Of Clowns (© 2022 John Heavern)
Verse 1:
Runnin' joke,
headed for embarrassment.
Never know how it pours,
but I'm soakin' wet.
Verse 2:
May be lost
in my off-the-wall philosophy:
Crazy qualifies
as a tragic comedy.
Chorus 1:
Nothin' can figure out the King of Clowns,
when he comes out.
Somethin' is missin' from the King of Clowns,
never a doubt.
Verse 3:
Tongue is loose, brain adrift,
let it fly out all the time.
Social rules never click,
our minds are not alike.
Verse 4:
Lashin' out's not my thing,
time will let the truth be known.
Still a crown on the king,
'til the future is foretold.
Chorus 2:
Lap it up, laugh it up,
bringin' me down, the King of the Clowns.
Losers can't get enough with me around,
the King of the Clowns.
Bridge 1:
Thought I'd get used to it,
ego is hammered down.
Stuck like a fly on shit:
not your average clown.
Solo
Bridge 2:
Somethin' funny 'bout
the King of Clowns:
pickin' up money
thrown on the ground.
Verse 5:
Been a long, winding road,
not a lot of patience left.
Lots of time on my own,
in imagination's nest.
Verse 6:
Gotta' face the social scene,
every day's another act.
Circle-jerk of routine
never serves a knack.
Chorus 3:
Nothin' can figure out the King of Clowns,
when he comes out.
Somethin' is missin' from the King of Clowns,
never a doubt.
Lap it up, laugh it up, bringin' me down,
the King of the Clowns.
Losers can't get enough with me around,
the King of the Clowns.
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First Cut,
track released March 28, 2022
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