Death Of A Clown - Charles And The White Trash European Blues Connection

My makeup is dry

And it clags on my chin

I'm drowning my sorrows in whisky and gin

The lion tamers whip

Doesn't crack anymore

The lions they won't fight

And the tigers won't roar

Let's all drink to the death of a clown

So won't someone help me

To break up this crown

Let's all drink to the death of a clown

The old fortune teller

Lies dead on the floor

Nobody needs fortunes told anymore

The trainer of insects

Is crouched on his knees

And frantically looking for

Runaway fleas

Let's all drink to the death of a clown

So won't someone help me

To break up this crown

Let's all drink to the death of a clown

Let's all drink to the death of a clown