I've become the painted clown -I'll paint your town
When your roof It tears me down -Wears me down
You stare me down - Down Down Down Down
Lady
I've become the painted clown -I'll paint your town
When your roof It tears me down -Wears me down
You stare me down - Down Down Down Down
Lady
my narrow path of expression
I breathe shallow
afraid of the two hundred and seventeen bits set before
Will my efforts bear relatable fruit
Or do I appear no more profound than
refrigerator magnets
Amusingly
Poetry has less connective tissue than prose
Thinner than paragraphs
my narrow path of expression
I breathe shallow
afraid of the two hundred and seventeen bits set before
Will my efforts bear relatable fruit
Or do I appear no more profound than
refrigerator magnets
Amusingly
Poetry has less connective tissue than prose
Thinner than paragraphs
Spinning Wheel got to go 'round
Talkin' 'bout your troubles
It's a cryin' sin
Ride a painted pony
Let the Spinning Wheel spin
You got no money, you got no home
Spinning Wheel all alone
Talkin' 'bout your troubles and you
You never learn
Spinning Wheel got to go 'round
Talkin' 'bout your troubles
It's a cryin' sin
Ride a painted pony
Let the Spinning Wheel spin
You got no money, you got no home
Spinning Wheel all alone
Talkin' 'bout your troubles and you
You never learn