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Clowns of Death

This song is by Oingo Boingo and appears on the album Farewell: Live at the Universal Amphitheatre (1996).

I'm the one who preys upon the weakest
And the weakest always prey upon the one who's underneath
I'm the one who doesn't see the waves of human kindness
Or the tides that turn the day
I'm the one who always turns and looks away
Turns and looks away

Because after all, we are only boys
Because after all, we are only boys
We'll be boys, we'll be boys, we'll be boys
We'll be boys, we'll be boys, we'll be boys, we'll be boys
We'll be boys, we'll be boys, we'll be boys
We'll be boys, we'll be boys, we'll be boys

I'm the one who treads upon the weaker ones
Those that I can find
And there'll always be some others
Who can march in line, yeah
March along in line

And we'll move upon the world
In a massive tidal wave
And we'll shout and make some noise, yeah
Shout and make some noise

The Clowns of Death are marching on their hideous parade
Their glaring eyes are filled with hate, but I am not afraid
Their painted face cracked with age, their makeup old and worn
With tattered wigs and toothy grins to amplify their scorn
They're looking for the helpless ones
They're looking for the misbegotten
They prey upon the weak and fractured
The crippled and the freaks of nature

And when they come upon one who is lost or is alone
Their smiles get even bigger and their noses start to glow
Making snarling sounds to pantomime with furious abandonment
And with a scream, they pounce to kill
And all the while, they're laughing...

I'm the one who treads upon the weaker ones
Those that I can find
And there'll always be some others
Who will march along in line

And we'll move upon the world
In a massive tidal wave
And we'll shout and make some noise, yeah
Shout and make some noise

Your sons and daughters, innocent, lay sleeping in their beds
They'll catch them when you're not around and smash their little heads
If you think it's just a dream or that it isn't fair
Just look around outside your door; the clowns are everywhere

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