Who sang the Gothic Clown?

My job is to make you laugh,

I like this job,

Sometimes I hate it,

I hate everything around me,

Don't drive me crazy,

I'm going crazy.

Yeah, fuck them,

Never mind what I sing.

This is my last scene,

I put on interesting clothes,

Put on a funny hat,

The nose is like a red ball.

Draw my face as a clown in watercolor.

The audience is cheering,

I recited my rap lyrics,

I know I have to keep walking on the stage,

Keep cursing,

Until people get crazy and don't want to go home,

They gathered around the stage,

As my music melts,

I've been yelling,

Until my voice became hoarse,

I'm a clown,

In everyone's eyes,

Maybe they like me,

Maybe they hate me,

But nobody knows me,

No one knows my sadness and loss.

People only care about my songs,

I'll make you laugh. Yes,

My lyrics are humorous.

Maybe that's what I am in your eyes,

There is nothing meaningful, empty and vulgar,

Just for fun, just to make you happy,

Is that enough?

Well, I don't care what I am in your eyes,

I don't care about my songs either,

I don't care who I scold again,

Even if you hate me,

Said my mind was dirty and blank,

I don't care,

Because I'm a clown,

Self-esteem means nothing to me,

Even though I cry alone in the silent night,

But now here,

My stage,

I'm trying to be crazy,

Just to make you happy,

I am just a clown,

Just to make you happy.

I am just a clown,

I'm not the host,

I hate these songs,

But those idiots like to listen,

So I danced and sang,

So I became famous,

Hey, you want my autograph,

Rap, this is my ideal,

But what it can bring me,

I don't know who really knows how to rap.

People who really appreciate me,

No one,

They just like me gossiping and pestering,

Like a clown,

Performing juggling stunts in the greatest show on earth,

Win people's hearts with dirty jokes

But when he took off his makeup,

Put on ordinary clothes,

Who else,

You'll see him smiling happily,

No one,

So his soul died,

He completely lost confidence in his job,

But when he returned to the stage again,

Continue his performance,

Looking at people's cursed smiles,

He felt uncomfortable.

Those watercolors were painted on his face,

Like a wall,

When I was in tear drops,

His makeup has changed,

People don't know,

Thought it was a show,

When he started crying,

The audience cheered and applauded again and again.

This is the fate of clowns,

For people to play with and then throw away,

But no one will care,

Only a broken heart,

He doesn't even have the right to moan,

If he screws up the performance, the boss will be angry with him.

So he tried to hold his breath,

Reluctantly control one's feelings,

Take three more wine bottles,

Throw it into the air and start juggling stunts,

Hide all the sadness and grievances in your heart,

Then God gradually left him,

I'm such a clown,

The stage is my prison,

There's nothing I can do,

Can only let the music continue,

Let my dream finally become my burden,

Write down the music around you,

And then sell money for a living,

When you idiots bought my CD, oh, thank you for helping me solve my survival problem.

Please turn on the player. Welcome to the circus.

The next program is a clown show.

It's BK, right