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Clown Car
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You stand around like a clown car
Not a thought about the universe
Monday night in a drunk ditch
I got the wound and a beggars purse
It's been a nightmare life of crime
My hand upon the bloodied hilt
With just an eye to terrorize
To fall upon what you have built
And when the dawn upon you breaks
When the sadness grips your heart
You look around confounded
Scared stupid by the turns you take
Burning holes in the furniture
And counting out the pills to take
In the hand of violence
We become the audience
And random gods are notified
As they await their recompense
Countdown to the meltdown
Unencumbered by your apathy
Where the skin meets the pavement
Where our hideout used to be
And the time keeps running out
In this city that's forgotten us
In this city that's forgotten us
We're out of places to hide
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