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The Circus Is In Town
Turn your painted frown upside down
Before I smack it off your face
Ever since the circus came to town
They're everywhere like cockroaches
Running all over the place
In oversized tennis shoes
Big red rubber balls for noses
Trying to chase away our sorrows and blues
With slapstick antics and silly poses
Attempting to make me laugh
But I choose to not laugh
Because I hate clowns
Yeah, I hate clowns
And if I get the chance
I'll take them down
This is the last straw
There ought to be a law against
People wearing face paint if it's not Halloween
I'd be ashamed if I was a mime, but I ain't
Never will you catch me dressing like a drag queen
Take your mile long hankerchiefs
And your squirting flowers
Stick'em where the sun never shined
If I was a hero with superpowers
I'd eradicate
Every
Single damn one
Of your kind
Because I hate clowns
Yeah, I hate clowns
And If I get the opportunity
I'll get in my car and run them down
Drive right over your polka dotted bodies
Till I hear those annoying bicycle horns
Squeak their final squeaks
Then back up in reverse gear
Run you over a second time
Just to make for certain you're all dead
I wish had a sawed off twelve guage shotgun
To blow off my own head
Every time the circus comes to my home town
Did I tell you recently that I hate clowns?
Yeah, I hate clowns
And if I get my hands on one
I'm gonna wring his filthy neck
And pop his head off like a pimple
Jab a screwdriver right into his painted dimple
Bash him with a mallet
Metal, not a rubber one
Oh, it would be so simple
Die, clowns die!
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Approach the mirrored reflection saying his name three times : "Butcher .... Butcher .... Butcher ....."
and wait to see if this Bogeyman urban legend manifests in the background, looming over shoulder
While your neighbors were busy killing off everyone in the neighborhood
with your own butcher knife in hand concealed behind your back
you stood for
ever before the window saying
nothing
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