Lyrics of Gothic Clowns

I am just a clown.

It's my job 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 it.

Never mind what I sing.

This is my last scene.

I put on interesting clothes.

Wear a funny hat

The nose is like a red ball.

Draw my face as a clown in watercolor.

The audience is cheering.

I recite my rap lyrics.

I know I will continue to walk around the stage cursing.

Until people became crazy and began not to want to go home.

They gathered around the stage.

As my music melts

I shouted until I lost my voice.

I am 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.

Meaningless content is empty and vulgar.

Just for fun, just to make you happy, that's enough, right?

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 you hate me.

Said my mind was dirty and full of sex.

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 it's here now.

My stage

I will try my best to pretend 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 a master of ceremonies.

I hate these songs.

But those idiots want to hear it.

So I dance and sing.

So I became famous.

Hey, you want my autograph?

Rap is my ideal.

But what can it bring me?

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

Who really appreciates me?

nobody

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 will smile happily when they see him?

nobody

So his soul died.

He has completely lost confidence in his work.

But when he returned to the stage again,

Continue his performance

Looking at people's cursed smiling faces

He doesn't feel well.

Those watercolors were painted on his face.

Like a wall.

When I was in tear drops

His makeup has changed.

People don't know it.

Thought it was for the 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 be discarded.

But no one will care

Only a broken heart

He doesn't even have the right to moan

If he screws up the program, the boss will be angry.

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.

Keep all your sorrows to yourself.

Then let the dignity gradually leave him.

I am such a clown.

The stage is my prison.

There's nothing I can do.

We can only keep the music going.

Let my dream finally become my burden.

Write music in a rough way.

Then sell money to buy food.

When you idiots bought my CD

Oh, thank you for helping me solve my survival problem.

Please turn on the player next.

Welcome to the circus.

The next program is

clown

I am a clown.

I want to make you happy.

I am just a clown.

I'm not a master of ceremonies.

I hate these songs.

But those idiots want to hear it.

So I dance and sing.

So I became famous.

Hey, you want my autograph?

I am just a clown.

Just to make you happy.

I am just a clown.

I think that's all I have.

I hate these songs.

But those idiots want to hear it.

So I dance and sing.

So I got rich.

Hey, you want my autograph?

He is a successful rapper.

I'm not a master of ceremonies. I hate these songs, but those idiots like listening to them.

Is that why I sing like this? That's why I'm famous for the clown MC sandbar.