The Mother Lode

And now the clown jumps off the ladder

A shallow pool but it doesn’t matter?

The way it goes the way it goes

He’s falling thru barriers and hedgerows

A hollow man, a hollow hand puppet

Where's the applause when you need it?

Baseball bats somersaults backflips

Oh how I wish that things could be different

A mother lode, a mother lode

A hollow man, hollow hand puppet

I'm a clown, you don't wanna know me

The knife behind the curtain

My truth is ordinary

You can't see your way out of this one

It makes a joke but nobody listens

At least he does not know it

The last of all his courage

Press the button for a free ticket

There it goes, hits the ground running