Brett Anderson Clowns
Take a look at us
Hate where there was lust
The trip like honey
Lust don't mean a thing
When all we do is shout and scream
It's almost funny
We're like clowns
Tumbling into town now
Love is on its way down now
It's such a lonely sound
Mouths that once exchanged
Kisses in the rain
Are full of hate now
It all seems so absurd
When every sentence and every word
Is so painful
Clowns
Tumbling into town now
Love is on its way down now
It's such a lonely sound
We're just clowns
Faces with painted frowns now
Love is on it's way down now
We are only, we are only clowns
We're just clowns
Tumbling into town now
Sat on a merry-go-round now
Such a lonely sound
Clowns
Faces with painted frowns now
Love is on it's way down now
Such a lonely sound
Such a lonely sound
Such a lonely sound
Such a lonely sound
Such a lonely sound
