The Clowns

Some are painted happy

Some are painted sad

All are in a frenzy

and the air is turning black

The big top's burning to the ground

and we all think it's an act

It's too late to save the clowns

but it's not too late to laugh

Their bodies formed a barricade

six or seven high

We just couldn't look away

as they were torn from the inside

The big top's burning to the ground

but we paid to get in here

It's too late to save the clowns

but it's not too late to cheer