My ghost sleeps on the floor He can't sleep cause there's music next door I stay awake in case they need a band He stays awake cause he's a nervous young man
I can't drink because the bars are closed I can't go out cause I don't have nice clothes Katie brought a deck of Tarot with her I got my fortune read, I didn't hear a word
Everybody hates a clown Everybody dies and drowns Everybody throws a party Everybody throws a funeral
My dad's ghost hides under the bed With a joke that'll knock em all dead And all my enemies and all my friends Are on the floor right above my head
My identity's a compromise My potential has been fetishized And my soul has been psychedelicized!
Everybody hates a clown Everybody dies and drowns Everybody throws a party Everybody throws a funeral
Get your swords out Get your swords out Open up in every way Get your words out Get your words out What the hell are you trying to say? Get your swords out Get your swords out I'm the only one fighting this war Get your words out Get your words out I don't want this on the record anymore
I try to grow and I just get taller I cleanse my soul and it just gets smaller And I stole every single song that I wrote From my seventeen-year-old ghost
But I'm haunted every day By all the lyrics that he threw away So if there's one thing he forgot to say I hope it wasn't I love you cause I do
Everybody hates a clown Everybody dies and drowns Everybody throws a party Everybody throws a funeral
I had a dream there were knives in my coffeeTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
