Songtext von Evil Clown Song

Troubled jester, you exemplify, Something wicked underneath, Great big smile Made of painted grease, Suspect eyes and yellow teeth, Blood-red-nose-is Scaring me, Oh no, Yeah, in the dead of this dream, Over size is the Clothes you wear, To conceal your moral breach, Stalking children in the Guise of fun, Ancient tricks bewitching speech, Blood-red-feet-are chasing Me, Oh no, Yeah in the dead of this dream, I, i move slow, Still i Continue to read mr. king... Your scaring me, Oh no, Yeah in the dead of This dream, And i, i move slow, Still i continue to read mr. king...