[singer A] We roll in together, face paint smeared on the dash His grin got a slit in it, mine got black in the lash You say “work for it, kid,” while you count up the crumbs We were raised in the crawlspace, chewing on cold buns I got a cheap ring from a pawn shop stain He kissed my knuckles like he liked that pain Your porch got a light, but it never hit us We learned to laugh through the buzz of the rusted-up bus [transition] [singer B] You built your rules We learned the cracks You drew the line We painted black Now you look at our faces Like we crawled from the grave Baby, your little sermon Don’t save anybody WE CLOWN FOR THE DAMAGE WE LAUGH WHEN IT HITS WE CLOWN FOR THE DAMAGE WITH THE FAYGO ON OUR LIPS “Work for it, kid” again Tell that to the dark WE CLOWN FOR THE DAMAGE And we dance in the sparks [singer A] You ask why we’re so mean While you sip on your wine We got a trunk full of knives And a love that don’t mind His boots leave mud on the welcome mat My nails write names in the drywall scratch You talk about choices like money makes saints But the pantry’s bare and the freezer still stains He says “baby, smile” Then I show my teeth You sold out the whole block For a view of the street [transition] [singer B] You made the game We broke the wheel You sold the lie We made it real Now you want a parade For the mess that you made But we wear every scar Like a crown in the shade WE CLOWN FOR THE DAMAGE WE LAUGH WHEN IT HITS WE CLOWN FOR THE DAMAGE WITH THE FAYGO ON OUR LIPS “Work for it, kid” again Tell that to the dark WE CLOWN FOR THE DAMAGE And we dance in the sparks [singer A] We shared one cheap lighter One motel key Two hungry mouths And a dead TV You can keep your advice And your clean little fears We made a home in the noise And it suits us here [melodic transition] [singer B] WE CLOWN FOR THE DAMAGE WE LAUGH WHEN IT HITS WE CLOWN FOR THE DAMAGE WITH THE FAYGO ON OUR LIPS “Work for it, kid” again Tell that to the dark WE CLOWN FOR THE DAMAGE And we dance in the sparks
