English Lyrics of Gothic Clowns

I'm just a clown. It's my favorite job to make you laugh. Sometimes I hate this job. I hate everything around me. Don't drive me crazy. Yes, Let me sing this is my last fucking scene. I'm wearing clothes and a funny hat. Who is funny there like a red ball nose painted on my face like a clown cheering in the audience? I go back to my rap lyrics. I know I have to stop listening to curses and madness on the stage until people start to want to go home. They will melt the audience with my music and keep shouting until my voice changes. I am a dumb clown in everyone's eyes. Maybe they like me. Maybe they hate me, but no one knows that I don't know that I have lost those sad people who only care about my songs. I will make your lyrics o, and my music is very humorous. In your eyes, I may only be impulsive, brittle, amused and tolerant, so long as I am happy, I don't care what I am in your eyes, I don't care, I don't care about these songs. I once even said that you all hate me, and I think that filth is more than sufficiency. I don't care, because I'm a clown, and my self-esteem means nothing to me. Even though I still cry at night, all I have to do on the stage now is to make you happy. I'm just a clown, just to make you happy. I'm just a clown. I'm not a host, but I hate those stupid people who love to listen to those songs, so I sing hello friends. I want to be my famous signature rap. This is my ideal, but I don't know who really understands rap. I don't really appreciate the person who will only like the most important one. I am half angry. Like a circus clown, he performs acrobatic stunts in big dirty jokes to win people's favor. When they take off makeup and put on clothes, ordinary people who will see a happy smile will not reveal his soul and he died. When he returned to the stage again to continue his performance, he completely lost confidence. He felt sick and cursed the water-like color painted on his face. When tears fell down his makeup, his appearance changed. Without knowing it, it was a performance. When the audience was needed, he cried and applauded. This was the clown's contribution to fate. No one who played it would care who fell, only a broken heart. He didn't even moan, right? In order to show his boss, he would try his best to hold his breath, so he managed to control his anger. Then I picked up three bottles and threw them in the air, and the acrobatic stunts began to press all the dissatisfaction and hurt dignity in my heart away from him, so that the clown stage like me was my prison. I had no choice but to let the music continue, so that my dream finally became my music burden. After I finished writing, I made money. You bought my CD O ~ Thank you for helping me solve the survival problem. Please turn on the player below. Circus welcomes you to the next program. I'm a clown. I just want to make you happy. I'm not a clown emcee. I hate those stupid people who like to listen to these songs, but I sing, so I want to make my famous signature. Hi, I'm just a clown just to make you happy. I'm a clown. This is the only idea. I hate these songs, but I hear those stupid ones, so I sing. Hey, so I'm rich. Do you want my autograph?