
Date of issue: 24.08.2014
Song language: English
Crying Clown |
I catch my breath finally |
She keeps me calm and suddenly |
I relapse on old tricks trying to make a new |
In his car she finally |
Tampers with her sexuality |
Scratching at each other’s minds till their in the nude |
As for me, my loyalty |
Is only sold illegally |
To the pantomime crying clown |
Cry for me whilst upside down |
Salivating, bloody mouth |
Or passionately bloody mouth |
And graveyard girls swinging a bag like a pendulum |
All the static rustling |
Plug me in, the record spins |
And treat me like I wasn’t someone that you knew |
Annabelle she reads my dreams |
Surrounding me in casualties |
But I don’t get mad cause i know it’s what you do |
Over-priced analogies |
Brittle man you dress like me |
Like the pantomime crying clown |
Cry for me whilst upside down |
Salivating, bloody mouth |
Or passionately bloody mouth |
And graveyard girls swinging a bag like a pendulum |
She created for her own |
Her perfect body |
Her perfect body |
And graveyard girl tapping her ribs like a xylophone |
She created for her own |
Her perfect body |
She is perfectly |
Lonely |
Like a pendulum |