Smackin' The Clowns

Steve Walsh

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    Don't forget what circus day means to a small town
    Children of all ages
    Your attention please

    Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
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    The circus caught on fire
    And all the children cried
    The smoky veils like fairy tales
    That every parent and their parent lie to kids about
    But as the flames clicked the sky, my hometown died a little more

    Well, let's roast some weenies, jumpy said
    But he was just crackin' wise
    I smelled the smoke and I smelled the dead
    And I watched the dragonflies dive at the tiger shed
    They circled us like scavengers overhead

    What will the juggler do, the night is so lonely
    She never learned to read or write in school
    Charred costumes in fumes on the ground
    Music man's head hangin' down
    The fire consumes his piano like a hungry jewel

    Thalidomide boy's not weeping
    The bearded lady sheds her skin
    They bite the hand that feeds them
    We might be laughing, but they're smackin' the clowns

    Well, the circus caught on fire
    The canvas cavin' in
    The big top like an elephant whose bones
    Could not support the skin
    And the faceless miss, the working class, broke down and cried a little more

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    Well, me and jumpy were kids
    We'd never learn
    No money, no tickets, so whenever their backs were turned
    We'd dive down, dive belly down
    Cut and cross, safe on that sawdust floor

    Disaster's unflattering plight, stark faces, starless sight
    The beauty of the night has disappeared
    Wrinkled with mileage, racked with the sores
    No time for the makeup man, the famished fire roars
    The line between illusion is scarred and smeared

    Sideshow pinhead blows his whistle
    The two-headed dog breaks down the bars
    They attack the puppet master
    We might be laughing, but they're smackin' the clowns

    And now

    In all of the confusion, I felt selfish and bitter
    We all have to grow up, but why her, why now
    These fearless performers, now just pitiful people
    Afraid and ashamed and all asking how

    But maybe the old cliché isn't far from the truth
    Maybe there's a silver lining
    Maybe the old cliché isn't far from true
    Maybe there's a, a silver lining
    Maybe the circus lives on inside us

    Your attention please
    And now

    The circus caught on fire
    The animals raising hell
    Scratching and clawing their way to freedom
    A matter of killed or be killed
    And the rest of the world was standin' still but starting to slide a little more

    I went to clown college
    And jumpy went to Nam
    He wrote me a letter before he got wasted, he caught that napalm bomb
    Now I put on my white face and I sing my silly song
    But the good times have come and gone

    Sometimes I remember that town, I still see it burning
    Before they built this booze-bottle parking lot
    Whatever happened to that traveling show
    It took something out of me, nobody knows
    And left me with my memories, that's all I've got

    Thalidomide boy's not weeping
    The bearded lady sheds her skin
    They bite the hand that feeds them
    We might be laughing, but they're smackin' the clowns

    Children of all ages

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