Death Of A Clown (Live)

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

La-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la

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

La-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la

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

La-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la

Let's all drink to the death of a clown

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