I killed a clown
I shot him down
He made a squeaking sound
As his body hit the ground
He made me laugh
With his last gasp
His flower spurting blood
And his red shoes twitching fast
He’s become
A velvet painted angel
Living on
A black and somber sky
He came to me
From some place in Mexico
Sad, sad clown
With a tear in his eye
I murdered a mime
Just to hear him cry
His silence made me sick
That’s why he had to die
“This is absurd”
Were his last words
As I ripped out his tongue
And fed it to the birds
He’s become
(whistles)
He’s become
A velvet painted angel
Up there with Jesus
And the poker-playing pups
Sold on some blanket
Outside the Mobil station
Where Elvis Presley gasses up
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