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Death Of A Clown

My make up is dry and it cracks from my chin
I'm drowning my sorrows in whiskey and gin
The lion tamer's whip doesn't crack anymore
The lions they won't bite and the tigers won't roar

La la la la la lalala
So let's go and drink to the death of the clown
Won't someone help me to break up this crowd
Let's all drink to the death of a clown

La la la la la lalala
Let's all drink to the death of a clown

The old fortuneteller lies dead on the floor
Nobody needs fortune told anymore
The trainer of insects is crouched on his knee
And virtually looking for runaway fleas

La la la la la lalala

Let's all drink to the death of a clown
So won't someone help me to break up this crowd
Let's all drink to the death of a clown

La la la la la lalala
Let's all drink to the death of a clown