Now the clown jumps off the ladder
A shallow pool but it doesn’t matter
The way it goes, the way it goes
He’s falling through barriers and hedgerows
A hollow man, hollow hand puppet
Where’s the applause when you need it?
The baseball bats, somersaults and backflips
Oh how I wish some things would be different
A mother lode, a mother lode
A hollow man, hollow hand puppet
I’m a clown, you don’t wanna know me
The knife behind the curtain
The truth is ordinary
You can’t see your way out of this one
He makes a joke but nobody listens
At least he does not know it
The last of all his courage
Press the button for a free ticket
Here he goes, hits the ground running
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