“Happy as a clown
Yet they can’t see beyond
You must make them laugh
They’ve paid for their ticket
It’s on them somewhere
Or at least a torn half
Saddened soul who plays
Everyone’s jester
Deep in the hole
They can’t see you fester
Children cry out
Sensing your pain
The others still laugh
It makes me insane
Happy the clown
Who walks a thin line
Could kill your smile
Like he did mine
They stole his name
To be used in vain
Now happy as a clown
Must live with the pain
So they pray and beg
Expecting their share
He knows he must please
He cries wishing they’d care
Happy the clown
Come into my arms
I’ll protect you with love
I’ve been where you are
And we will all rise above”
This album was originally released in 2002 by Happy The Clown. Always scouring the new release section of Bandcamp, the author found this album newly uploaded to bandcamp, and decided to write it up.
