I can't read the room
'Cause I was raised by evil clowns
I'm no more than gloom and doom
But I still make the social rounds
When it's time to say goodbye
I will suddenly appear
And if you ever tell a lie
I will fill you full of fear
Clown star might park
Right next to you
Shit will seem stark
But here's what to do
Kill them and thrill them
And make them your bitch
Then dispose of your weapon
A lake or a ditch
Do not be sloppy
Beware of the mud
Chop up the body
And clean up the blood
I have a fancy horn
To scare the little kids
My face designed to scorn
Even though clown god forbids
Clown star might park
Right next to you
Shit will seem stark
But here's what to do
Clown star might park
Right next to you
Shit will seem stark
But here's what to do