Clown Lyrics

Life of mine

Another bottle of wine

Telling me the course is off

But hell, I don't mind

Everyone being either blind

Or on the track out behind

They're trying to draw the line

Between myself and I

Looking myself in the eye

And I wonder why

I'm drifting in the sky

Wind of the gods

I'm drifting in the high

Making a mend for the odds

Give me the crown

Of the flawed fucking

Self-searching clown

Who's trying to figure it out

Finest of life

Till the day I die

But the constant strife

Trying to kill my thrive

They're scared of me

Or the person I've become

I am willing to agree

That I could lessen some

But it would lessen my fun

And I wonder why

I'm drifting in the sky

Wind of the gods

I'm drifting in the high

Making a mend for the odds

Give me the crown

Of the flawed fucking

Self-searching clown

Who's trying to figure it out

Wishing the best for me

Bind to the odds

Wishing to set me free

And waking up the gods

Give me the crown

Of the flawed fucking

Self-searching clown

Who's trying to figure it out