Tuesday, 6th May 1997
Pyramid clown
With the ears hanging down
You're moving too fast for the sea
Somersault high
Custard pie in the sky
Assaulted with impunity
Carry my car made of foam
To the dark circus outside of town
Pyramid clown, run around
On your own
Pyramid clown
Shoot the audience down
A toy gun, real artillery
Play elephants
Polka-dot baggy pants
There's nobody paying to sea
Laugh till you scream oh for sky
Where the lights have no business to shine
Pyramid clown, you are mine
Till you die.
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