Death of a Clown Lyrics
Death of a Clown (小丑之死) - The Kinks
My makeup is dry and it clags on my chin
I'm drowning my sorrows in whisky and gin
The lion tamer's whip doesn't crack anymore
The lions they won't fight
And the tigers won't roar
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So let's all drink to the death of a clown
Won't someone help me to break up this crown
Let's all drink to the death of a clown
Let's all drink to the death of a clown
The old fortune teller lies dead on the floor
Nobody needs fortunes told anymore
The trainer of insects
Is crouched on his knees
And frantically looking for runaway fleas
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Let's all drink to the death of a clown
So won't someone help me
To break up this crown
Let's all drink to the death of a clown
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Let's all drink to the death of a clown
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