Who knows the lyrics of B.K. Gothic Clowns (full version) ...

It's my job to make you laugh

I love this job

Sometimes I hate

I hate everything around me

Don't make me crazy. I'm going crazy

Yes, fuck it

Never mind what I sing

This is my last scene

I put on funny clothes < I recite my rap lyrics by heart

I know I will keep yelling and cursing on the stage

until people become crazy and don't want to go home

they will melt with my music under the stage

and I will keep shouting until my voice becomes hoarse

I am a clown. In everyone's eyes, maybe they like me

Maybe they hate me

But no one knows me. I care about my songs and I'll make you laugh

Yes, my lyrics are humorous

Maybe that's all I have in your eyes

No meaning, impulsiveness, shortness of breath, endurance

Just amusing, just making you feel happy

That's enough, right?

I don't care what I am in your eyes

I don't care who my songs scold < Care because I'm a clown

Self-esteem means nothing to me

Even if I cry alone in the silent night

But now I'm here on my stage

I'm going to do my best to pretend to be crazy

just to make you happy

I'm just a clown

I'm just a clown

I'm not a MC < I'm famous

Hey, do you want my autograph

Rap is my ideal, but what do they bring me

I don't know

Who really understands rap

Who really appreciates me

No one

They just like the way I am most importunate when I'm half angry

Like a clown

Performing juggling stunts in greatest show on earth. Who will smile when he sees him?

No one

So his soul dies.

He has completely lost confidence in his work.

But when he comes back to the stage again, he

continues his performance.

Looking at people's cursed smiling faces.

He feels sick.

Those watercolors are painted on his face.

It's like a wall. Began to cry

The audience cheered and applauded again and again

This is the fate of the clown

Gong people played with it and then it was discarded

But no one would care that he only had a broken heart

He didn't even have the right to moan

The boss would be angry with him if he failed the show

So he tried his best to hold his breath and barely control his feelings

Then he picked up three wine bottles and threw them into the air to start juggling stunts < And going to

I am such a clown

The stage is my prison

There is nothing I can do but let the music continue

Let my dreams eventually become my burden

Write the music foolishly

Then sell it for a living

When you idiots buy my CD O~

Thank you for helping me solve the survival problem

. Performing

I'm the clown

I'm going to make you laugh

I'm just a clown

I'm not a MC

I hate these songs

but those idiots love listening

so I sing

so I'm famous

Hey, do you want my autograph

I'm just a clown

Only.