Who sings the gothic clown?

Lyrics: I'm just a clown,

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.

Yeah, fuck them all,

Don't care what I sing.

This is my last scene,

I put on funny clothes,

put on funny hat,

and There is a nose like a red ball.

Paint my face with watercolors to look like a clown.

The audience was cheering,

I carried my rap lyrics on my back,

I knew I had to keep walking on the stage,

keep scolding,

until people become crazy and don’t want to go home,

they gather around the audience,

melting with my music ,

And I kept shouting,

until my voice became hoarse,

I am a clown,

Every time In the eyes of individuals,

Maybe they like me,

Maybe they hate me,

But no one understands me,

No one Know my sadness and loss.

People only care about my songs,

I will make you laugh. Yes,

My lyrics are humorous.

Perhaps in your eyes, I am nothing more than that,

Without meaning and content, empty and vulgar,

Just for fun, just to make you feel later happy,

That’s enough, right?

OK, I don’t care what I am in your eyes,

I don’t care about these songs of mine either ,

I don’t care who I scolded again,

Even if you all hate me,

You say I have a dirty mind, and I’m full of insanity,

I don’t care,

Because I am a clown,

Self-respect means nothing to me,

Even if I cry alone in the silent night,

But now here,

my stage,

I am going to try my best to act crazy and act stupid,

just to make you happy,

I am just a clown,

just to make you happy.

I'm just a clown,

I'm not an MC,

I hate these songs,

But those idiots love to listen,

So I dance and sing,

That’s why I’m famous,

Hey, do you want my autograph?

Ring, this It’s my ideal,

But what can it bring me?

I don’t know anyone who really understands rap.

Who really appreciates me,

No one,

They only like my way of making trouble,

like a clown ,

Performing juggling stunts in the big circus,

Winning people's favor with dirty jokes.

But when he takes off his makeup and puts on ordinary clothes,

who will see him?

Showing a happy smile,

No one,

so his soul died,

He had completely lost confidence in his work,

But when he returned to the stage again,

continued his performance,

looking at people’s cursed smiling faces,

he felt sick,

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The watercolors painted on his face were like a wall.

When the tears fell down,

his makeup became His appearance changed.

People didn’t know it.

They thought it was necessary for performance.

When he started crying,

the audience Cheering and applauding again and again,

This is the fate of a clown,

played with and then discarded,

but no one cares,

Only a broken heart,

He doesn’t even have the right to moan,

The show boss will be angry with him if he messes up the performance,

So he Try your best to hold your breath,

barely control your emotions,

pick up three more wine bottles,

throw them into the air and start performing juggling stunts,

Put all the sadness and grievances deep in my heart,

Then God gradually left him,

I am such a clown,

The stage is me prison,

I have no choice but to let the music continue,

let my dream eventually become my burden,

Writing music in a mess,

Then selling it to make a living,

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

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Please turn on the player now, the circus welcomes you,

The next show is a clown show.

It’s BK, right?