A Clown

No one ever seems to realise,
That the floor we're walking on is holed up with lies,
And though some of us fall through,
We just keep on walking,
'Coz we don't know wot else to do.


But though you're the ones tripping and falling down,
Somehow I always wind up looking like the clown,
You spend yer lives with yer heads buried in the ground,
And 'coz my face is not painted brown, I always look like the clown,
'Coz yer all just kings and queens, but you've missplaced yer crowns,
And I'm the jester in the castle, nothing but a clown.


Shape up yer heart and mind,
Before you run outta time,
Just 'coz everyone is always eating the floor,
Doesn't mean that that's the way to go,
There are many other paths to walk for sure,
But to tread 'em you have to know.

That though they're the ones tripping and falling down,

Somehow you'll always wind up looking like the clown,

They spend their lives with their heads buried in the ground,

And 'coz your face ain't painted brown, you'll always look like the clown,

'Coz they're all just kings and queens, but they've missplaced their crowns,

And you'll just be the jester in the castle, nothing but a clown.

But though they're the ones tripping and falling down,

Somehow we'll always wind up looking like the clowns,

They spend their lives with their heads buried in the ground,

And 'coz our faces aren't painted brown, we'll always look like the clowns,

'Coz they're all just kings and queens, but they've missplaced their crowns,

And we're just the jesters in the castle, nothing but clowns.