The conditional world when put in context Leaves nothing but a sound A spec of dust might make The landscape is indifferent to your mood Your ideas Your footsteps LIke these grey clouds that are meant to bring you down They only bring down the rain And all the life lived in those bones Lies a life that leaves little to explain But like a clown You'll stick around for fame Tell me did you ever meet another clown That said I'll be around for you now The typical code of conduct At the international clown hall of fame Not to smile until you've painted on your smile You go looking for laughter Yeah you could be another poet like John Crowe Ransom, Whitman or Hart Crane All those words you leave behind Will fit together in time LIke a clown You'll do anything for game Tell me did you ever meet another clown Who said I'll be around for you now Like a clown You'll stick around for fame Tell me did you ever meet another clown Who said I'll be around for you now So I won't let you mix up my name No I won't let you mix up my name No I won't let you mix up my name No I won't let you mix up my name No I won't let you mix up my nameTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
