A Town of Clown
Bob walked out his door
And down the street.
Pumped full of alcohol
He took a seat
On a park bench.
There was no one around.
There was no one in town,
Except a scary-ass clown.
The clown stood there watching
From across the street.
Wondering if Bob
Was his to keep.
Bob stood up
And the clown got ready.
Bob b-lined for his house;
The clowns breathing got heavy.
Bob yelled and he screamed
And he begged for help.
But there was none forthcoming;
He was all by himself
In a town of clown.
A town of make-believe.
Now let’s fast-forward.
Three years have passed.
Bob tried to leave,
But he’s outta gas
And his tires were slashed.
His throat was slashed.
And now the scary-ass clown
Stands by himself
Naked in a room,
Bob’s brain on the shelf.
The clown laughs
And he cracks up
At his own jokes.
Gory little punch-lines
Hang by ropes.
Honk honk honk
The clown honks his nose.
Looking at the shelf
He stands on his tippy toes
Admiring Bob’s brain
Admiring Bob’s brain
Wishing…pretending.
Now, back to the wall
The clown sits in a chair
With a smile on his face.
He starts to stare,
He starts to care.
The smile disappears
Without a trace
Melting off his silly face
Without a sound
In the town of clown.
And down the street.
Pumped full of alcohol
He took a seat
On a park bench.
There was no one around.
There was no one in town,
Except a scary-ass clown.
The clown stood there watching
From across the street.
Wondering if Bob
Was his to keep.
Bob stood up
And the clown got ready.
Bob b-lined for his house;
The clowns breathing got heavy.
Bob yelled and he screamed
And he begged for help.
But there was none forthcoming;
He was all by himself
In a town of clown.
A town of make-believe.
Now let’s fast-forward.
Three years have passed.
Bob tried to leave,
But he’s outta gas
And his tires were slashed.
His throat was slashed.
And now the scary-ass clown
Stands by himself
Naked in a room,
Bob’s brain on the shelf.
The clown laughs
And he cracks up
At his own jokes.
Gory little punch-lines
Hang by ropes.
Honk honk honk
The clown honks his nose.
Looking at the shelf
He stands on his tippy toes
Admiring Bob’s brain
Admiring Bob’s brain
Wishing…pretending.
Now, back to the wall
The clown sits in a chair
With a smile on his face.
He starts to stare,
He starts to care.
The smile disappears
Without a trace
Melting off his silly face
Without a sound
In the town of clown.