brown clown crown

brown clown crown
brown clown crown, what is up your arse?
when the bastards ask who you are
we can hear brown clown crown
you are the brown clown crown

brown clown crown
there’s always a meltdown
when you come to my hometown
watch the showdown
between man and animal and man
and man and animal
brown clown crown
brown clown crown, down down
brown clown crown, what is up your arse?
It is no wrong, call it a circus
Ringmaster, call it a circus

the downtown is so dark
the uptown is glittering
In the middle, are sandwiched the people
brown clown crown
no surprise if you have seen the heart
with blood’s colour so dark
with eerie silence punctuated by gunshots
with the cacophony of deception

brown clown crown
run down the people the bloody people
they have no right to live
just do just do, brown clown crown, just do
The throne’s in your side
No matter how high ‘tis
The seat’s lowly on your back on your butt!
On your decorated farcical chair, your zone
brown clown crown, what is up your arse?
brown clown crown, down down