Sheer Terror Follow

I am a Broken Clown. Built to tread,
Destined to drowning my sorrows in corn - which I acknowledge.
I am not a man to deny my rhyme, my reason, my why.
Sweep it all under the rug. Slap my face. It's showtime!
My Public awaits, I will give my all tonight,
Many a happy child I do what parents cannot.
I will not kiss your baby.
100 proof flames start to smother.
Broken ashtray - thoughts of another.
Blood-stained mattress, hotel maches - Ship's a goin' down!
Feel like a flint in a Zippo lighter.
Grind me down 'til my spark burns brighter.
But tonight I'll sleep in my baby's arms, wherever she may be.
I will bring the house down tonight.
I will tear down the big top tonight.
This night shall be the one I dream of in my dreams.
This night I'll be the one to answer my prayers.
Let free the animals from their cage to roam...
The streets are my enemies.
They lay down to let me walk into another blind alley.
Then they attack, But I will not turn back.
For tonight, I walk amongst the dead. And I am lost.
No one will give directions to a broken clown.