| Come one and come all, everybody know me
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| I’m the class clown all around, and every day the ho me
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| It was hilariously funny when they beat me up in the gym
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| I was honored and privileged they’d let me be with them
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| And it’s funny as hell when they diss on what I wear
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| And they smack my head up when I try to fix up my hair
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| I’m so funny, I amuse even the teachers
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| Others beat me in the yard, and they just laugh from the bleachers
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| It ain’t so funny when the shows over (and it ain’t so funny)
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| The storm blows over (and it ain’t so funny)
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| And I chose no more (and it ain’t so funny)
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| I got a standing ovation when I fell on my face in the class
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| Somebody shoe-laced my ass
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| They spit on my seat. |
| They spit in my food
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| They spit on my face. |
| This audience here is rude
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| Well, I stepped up to Sarah. |
| I thought I’d say hi
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| She laughs at my show so much, figured I’d try
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| I asked her would she like to join me for piece of pizza pie
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| But she’d rather die, die, die
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| I visioned a bazooka barrel aimed at her face
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| And all that remains are pigtails floating in place
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| But that’s only a vision and this is reality
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| I’ve got all of these people laughing at me how, stale of me
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| Smile! |
| I’m smiling now. |
| Mean faces and looks
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| Somebody kicked me in the ass, and I dropped all my books
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| Oh God, I’m so funny, and it’s all accidental again
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| I just want my clown freak show to end
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| It ain’t so funny when the shows over (and it ain’t so funny)
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| The storm blows over (and it ain’t so funny)
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| And I chose no more (and it ain’t so funny)
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| I hop out of bed, woke up early this morning
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| 'Cause this day here marked this clown’s final performance
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| I ran off to school in my new clown costume clothes
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| I even painted my face for you hoes. |
| Here it goes
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| I walk down the hall, and they all laughin' immensely
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| They know it’s me, automatically. |
| They all against me
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| But off in my bag, between two books and a folder
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| Is a .357 Magnum, fully loaded, with a holster
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| Some teachers tell me to stop, but I walk right on past
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| I’m headed to my performance for the first hour class
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| Just in time. |
| There’s the bell. |
| I take to the stage
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| Jump up on the teacher’s desk, laughing with rage
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| Come one and come all! |
| Let me show you a trick!
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| It’s amazing! |
| I’ll reach in this bag here, right quick!
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| This a .357, fully loaded and all
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| Now look at the back of my head on the wall
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| It ain’t so funny when the shows over (and it ain’t so funny)
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| The storm blows over (and it ain’t so funny)
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| And I chose no more (and it ain’t so funny)
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| It ain’t so funny when the shows over (and it ain’t so funny)
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| The storm blows over (and it ain’t so funny)
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| And I chose no more (and it ain’t so funny)
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| «Every sodomite will get a flame coming out of his butthole!
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| God’s gonna have a flame coming out of your butthole!
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| There’ll be people walking around all over America, with flames coming out of
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| their butthole!
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| Everyone who takes it up the rear, everyone who has a penis injected in his
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| butthole, when that penis comes out, the flame will start burning!» |