[Verse 1] He rolled in with a painted grin Chrome cheeks, red-nose spin Clown humanoid, suit too neat Tiny boots on steel-bound feet He bowed to the midway smoke Then cracked a joke that never spoke Kids looked away, grown men knew Something hungry had come through [Pre-Chorus] He saw the tracks in the mud He smelled the trouble in the flood A predator circling the gate Counting hearts and calling it fate [Chorus] Not in this ring Not in this ring He came for the teeth He came for the teeth (Clown machine) (Clown machine) Predators fall When he says please [Verse 2] In the funhouse mirror glow He read the fear they tried to show One in a suit with a silver tongue One with a blade and a poison lung One with a laugh that bit too hard One with eyes in the parking yard He tipped his hat like he meant well Then sent them straight to a private hell [Pre-Chorus] He clicked and spun, his gears ran hot A toy with a heartbeat, forged and taught He kept a list in a rusted tin Of every monster that slipped back in [Chorus] Not in this ring Not in this ring He came for the teeth He came for the teeth (Clown machine) (Clown machine) Predators fall When he says please [Verse 3] He danced through trash and shattered glass A red balloon tied to his brass Every step like a hammer drop Every grin like a warning shot He cornered one by the loading door Pinned the shadow to the concrete floor No mercy in the painted face Just justice dressed for the wrong place [Bridge] And when the sirens kissed the air He stood so still, a chapel there The animals came out of hiding Behind his feet, unblinking, waiting He raised one hand, the music died Then every hungry thing got quiet [Final Chorus] Not in this ring Not in this ring He came for the teeth He came for the teeth (Clown machine) (Clown machine) Predators fall When he says please Not in this ring Not in this ring Painted and cold But built to clean (Clown machine) (Clown machine) If you hunt the weak You answer to me [Outro] He rolled on by at dawn’s first light Chrome smile shining in the fight A joke to some, a curse to few But every predator knew If the tent went dark And the crowd went still The clown would come And the clown would kill