Bob walked out his door
And down the street
Pumped full of alcohol
He took a seat
On a park bench
There was no one around
There was no one in town
Except a scary-ass clown
The clown stood there watching
From across the street
Wondering if Bob
Was his to keep
Bob stood up
And the clown got ready
Bob bee-lined for his house
The clowns breathing got heavy
Bob yelled and he screamed
And he begged for help
But there was none forthcoming
He was all by himself
In a town of clown
A town of make-believe
Now let's fast-forward
Three years have passed
Bob tried to leave
But he's outta gas
And his tires were slashed
His throat was slashed
And now the scary-ass clown
Stands by himself
Naked in a room
Bob's brain on the shelf
The clown laughs
And he cracks up
At his own jokes
Gory little punch-lines
Hang by ropes
Honk honk honk
The clown honks his nose
Looking at the shelf
He stands on his tippy toes
Admiring Bob's brain
Admiring Bob's brain
Wishing...pretending
Now back to the wall
The clown sits in a chair
With a smile on his face
He starts to stare
He starts to care
The smile disappears
Without a trace
Melting off his silly face
Without a sound
In the town of clown