Here today, gone tomorrow
Don't need my self remembered
But what I help create and leave behind
Is important to me

To dent the comfortably numb
With my constructive satire
Make my life one big prank
On a society I hate

All that we are when we're on a stage
Is Vaudeville jester for a day
As an old proverb says
"If every fool wore a crown, we should all be king"

My license to make fun of everyone
Comes from knowing the biggest joke of all
Read a heaadline the other day
"Clown dies from a pie in the face"

Can't be on stage all the time
The public image could swallow my life
Living up to your own myth's no fun
Drives our best talents nuts

Bozo skeleton!
Bozo skeleton!
Bozo skeleton!
Where can I go to be me?

Washington Stepford wives
Think we'd be Stepford children
If they could do away
With the music we love the most

Lyrics warp your children's minds
Just a minute now, that's our job!
Your worst enemy's your own kids
Don't talk with them, buy our lies instead

Don't wanna hear Lee Atwater sing the blues
Got a right to sing my way too
Gagging those who tell it like it is
Won't make the problems go way

C'mon get the skeletons out of the closet
We're all clowns in one form or another
If we weren't hung up minding people's private lives
We might not be so afraid of ourselves
All kinds of drugs get fed into our heads
Who are you to legislate what's best
Never heard my music or read all the words
Is it my heart they want to ban?

CHORUS