Bruce Dickinson : Shoot All the Clowns
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1. Shoot All The Clowns
I've been down
At the crazy house
I've been playing
With the cat and the mouse
I've been down
I've been down
I've seen the crazy people
Running around
Shoot all the clowns
Shoot 'em down
Shoot 'em down
Shoot 'em down
Welcome to the circus
Where I fool around
I got the killer smile
I'm a killer clown
Cover up your face
You've been found out
You laugh when
There's nothing to smile about
Shoot shoot
Shoot all the clowns
Wanna gimme money
Well you better get ready
I'm a certified friend
Of John Paul Getty
I'm a fat stargazer
I'm an all night raver
I'm an anything you wannabe
If I can get your sympathy
Welcome to the circus
I'm a killer clown
Welcome to the circus
Hey gather round
2 sides to life
2 sides to fun
The one who does it
And the one who gets done
2. Laughing In The Hiding Bush
There's a sinister game
That children play...Hey...Hey
When they get to the end
Of each schoolday...Hey...Hey
They spend their lives
Getting ready for the kill...
Laughting in the hiding bush
The joker is back
Laughting in the hiding bush
The joker is back
Who remebers the names
Of fallen heroes aha aha?
Who remebers today
To fly their flag?
I couldn't say I loved you
Like I did be fore...Ha!
Laughting in the hiding bush
The joker is back
Laughting in the hiding bush
It's the laughting attak
Laughting in the hiding bush
The joker is back
3. The Post-Alternative Seattle Fall-Out
Time travel...
Voyage of the chosen few...
Not yet, but maybe soon...
In the post alternative seattle fallout
Worms will fly and pigs will shout
Does a worm have a brain, well you'd better find out
Slice it in half and suck the offending part out
If you can't see the roof there must be a ceiling
If you can't find a door you must be locked in
Cover your faces ,cover your vest
Cover your ears, east and west
Where do ya wanna go?
I know where you wanna go
I don't want you to save me
(x2)
There's somethng about a nozzle I like
Mmmm maybe the way they wave at you expectantly in the summer heat
Mmmm...
Yellow lines on policemen...
Dry?
In the post alternative seattle fallout
How would ya know how would ya find out? - out
How can you see the wood for the trees?
Trying to find a species to rhyme with the birds and bees
When the world is run by things that squirt - and it is
Better watch the skies for holy dirt
Go home on the bus and have your tea
Come have a vulture meal with me
Where do ya wanna go?
I know where you wanna go
I don't want you to save me
(x2)
Everything is very strange in here
Time travel
Voyage of the chosen few
Not yet... but maybe soon
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