The Devils Clown
Carrying a hatchet to town
dressed up in a jester’s nightgown;
This victim of a painted frown;
The Devil’s clown, the Devil’s clown;
Slashing at pain with a wild laugh
armed with an old booth photograph;
On your heart carved his autograph
cut it in half, cut it in half.
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