Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Clowns Of Death, artist - Oingo Boingo. Album song Farewell: Live From The Universal Amphitheatre-Halloween 1995, in the genre Иностранный рок
Date of issue: 15.04.1996
Record label: An A&M Records Release;
Song language: English
Clowns Of Death |
I’m the one who preys upon the weakest |
And the weakest always prey upon the one who’s underneath |
I’m the one who doesn’t see the waves of human kindness |
Or the tides that turn the day |
I’m the one who always turns and looks away |
Turns and looks away |
Because after all, we are only boys |
Because after all, we are only boys |
We’ll be boys, we’ll be boys, we’ll be boys |
We’ll be boys, we’ll be boys, we’ll be boys, we’ll be boys |
We’ll be boys, we’ll be boys, we’ll be boys |
We’ll be boys, we’ll be boys, we’ll be boys |
I’m the one who treads upon the weaker ones |
Those that I can find |
And there’ll always be some others |
Who can march in line, yeah |
March along in line |
And we’ll move upon the world |
In a massive tidal wave |
And we’ll shout and make some noise, yeah |
Shout and make some noise |
The Clowns of Death are marching on their hideous parade |
Their glaring eyes are filled with hate, but I am not afraid |
Their painted face cracked with age, their makeup old and worn |
With tattered wigs and toothy grins to amplify their scorn |
They’re looking for the helpless ones |
They’re looking for the misbegotten |
They prey upon the weak and fractured |
The crippled and the freaks of nature |
And when they come upon one who is lost or is alone |
Their smiles get even bigger and their noses start to glow |
Making snarling sounds to pantomime with furious abandonment |
And with a scream, they pounce to kill |
And all the while, they’re laughing… |
I’m the one who treads upon the weaker ones |
Those that I can find |
And there’ll always be some others |
Who will march along in line |
And we’ll move upon the world |
In a massive tidal wave |
And we’ll shout and make some noise, yeah |
Shout and make some noise |
Your sons and daughters, innocent, lay sleeping in their beds |
They’ll catch them when you’re not around and smash their little heads |
If you think it’s just a dream or that it isn’t fair |
Just look around outside your door; |
the clowns are everywhere |