Plastic Clown You bought your face from the TV glow, Said goodbye to the kid I used to know. Mirror’s laughing, fake red smile, You’ve been rehearsing all the while. You’re chasing fame in second-hand shoes, Living headlines you can’t use. You’re my plastic clown, painted proud and hollow, Sold your soul for the crowd to follow. Lights go down, you’re still spinning round— All shine, no sound. You’re the plastic clown. Cheap champagne on your rented throne, Fake applause through a telephone. All your heroes turned to chrome, You call their echo home. Every lie fits just like a crown, And you can’t stop falling down. You’re my plastic clown, painted proud and hollow, Sold your soul for the crowd to follow. Lights go down, you’re still spinning round— All shine, no sound. You’re the plastic clown. Somewhere underneath that grin, The real you’s dying to begin. But fame’s a friend that never stays, Just takes your name and walks away. You’re my plastic clown, last laugh fading slow, Show’s long gone, but you can’t let go. Lights burn out, silence all around— Still you bow down. You’re the plastic clown.
