The Clown Remains

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I am a circus clown from a tiny family of three,........ no wait a minute that's 500....... I'm lost in a massive travelling show of performers, hiding a secret:  (Verse 1)I wear big red shoes and a painted face,Running round the tent in a foolish race.They laugh and they cheer at the tricks I do,Underneath the greasepaint, I look at you.You see a funny man with a plastic rose,And nobody knows where I hid my nose.ChorusOh, look at the clown in the center ring,Hear the cymbals crash and the big brass sing.Nobody sees under these baggy clothes,Nobody cares how the teardrop flows.Verse 2I used to wear a suit of the finest wool,With a heavy desk and a ledger full.I signed my name and the markets fell,We locked the big doors and we closed the cell.Now I tumble down on the sawdust floor,And the rich man's bank is a dream no more.ChorusOh, look at the clown in the center ring,Hear the cymbals crash and the big brass sing.Nobody sees under these baggy clothes,Nobody cares how the teardrop flows.Verse 3We are fifty strong in our family tree? No, wait—Just three of us left at the iron gate.Mama and Papa and little old me,A tiny branch on a broken tree.We joined the big show to survive the night,Out of the shadows and into the light.Verse 4Five hundred people are in this troupe,Spinning on wires in a giant hoop.Acrobats fly through the smoky air,Juggler pins spinning without a care.I am just one in the roaring sea,Drowning the ghost of what used to be.ChorusOh, look at the clown in the center ring,Hear the cymbals crash and the big brass sing.Nobody sees under these baggy clothes,Nobody cares how the teardrop flows.BridgeFrom counting the gold to tripping and falling,Is this the life that the ringmaster's calling?They think I was born in a funny car,Not running away from a prison bar.The vault is empty, the cash is gone,So I paint my smile and I play the swan.Verse 5The big tent shakes as the finale nears,Drowning my shame in the public cheers.I bow low down to the northern sky,Wiping a fake little tear from my eye.Tomorrow we pack and we roll away,Another town and another day.OutroJust a red-nosed ghost in a giant crew.Five hundred strong, and none of them knew.The banker is dead.The clown remains.Spinning the wheels.Hiding the chains.....

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I am a circus clown from a tiny family of three,........ no wait a minute that's 500....... I'm lost in a massive travelling show of performers, hiding a secret: (Verse 1)I wear big red shoes and a painted face,Running round the tent in a foolish race.They laugh and they cheer at the tricks I do,Underneath the greasepaint, I look at you.You see a funny man with a plastic rose,And nobody knows where I hid my nose.ChorusOh, look at the clown in the center ring,Hear the cymbals crash and the big brass sing.Nobody sees under these baggy clothes,Nobody cares how the teardrop flows.Verse 2I used to wear a suit of the finest wool,With a heavy desk and a ledger full.I signed my name and the markets fell,We locked the big doors and we closed the cell.Now I tumble down on the sawdust floor,And the rich man's bank is a dream no more.ChorusOh, look at the clown in the center ring,Hear the cymbals crash and the big brass sing.Nobody sees under these baggy clothes,Nobody cares how the teardrop flows.Verse 3We are fifty strong in our family tree? No, wait—Just three of us left at the iron gate.Mama and Papa and little old me,A tiny branch on a broken tree.We joined the big show to survive the night,Out of the shadows and into the light.Verse 4Five hundred people are in this troupe,Spinning on wires in a giant hoop.Acrobats fly through the smoky air,Juggler pins spinning without a care.I am just one in the roaring sea,Drowning the ghost of what used to be.ChorusOh, look at the clown in the center ring,Hear the cymbals crash and the big brass sing.Nobody sees under these baggy clothes,Nobody cares how the teardrop flows.BridgeFrom counting the gold to tripping and falling,Is this the life that the ringmaster's calling?They think I was born in a funny car,Not running away from a prison bar.The vault is empty, the cash is gone,So I paint my smile and I play the swan.Verse 5The big tent shakes as the finale nears,Drowning my shame in the public cheers.I bow low down to the northern sky,Wiping a fake little tear from my eye.Tomorrow we pack and we roll away,Another town and another day.OutroJust a red-nosed ghost in a giant crew.Five hundred strong, and none of them knew.The banker is dead.The clown remains.Spinning the wheels.Hiding the chains.....

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