CLOWN LIFE

The world can be harsh and a hard place to be,

Your arms bare the scars of just what you see.

 

With cuts so deep and blood dripping down,

Why do you follow, the life of a clown?

 

You say it's your family, so then what am I,

Do you think I should wait and stand idly by?

 

These people you speak of, they are not a friend,

They thieve and they use you, right up to the end.

 

You say Shangri-La is the place where you'll go,

Just because some juggalo told you so.

 

Please don't believe, it's all been a lie,

That's really not where you go when you die.

 

So put down the hatch, and look up above,

That is the place; you will find all Gods love.