Clowns Of Death - Oingo Boingo

I’m the one who preys upon the weakest

And the weakest always prey upon the one who’s underneath

I’m the one who doesn’t see the waves of human kindness

Or the tides that turn the day

I’m the one who always turns and looks away

Turns and looks away

Because after all, we are only boys

Because after all, we are only boys

We’ll be boys, we’ll be boys, we’ll be boys

We’ll be boys, we’ll be boys, we’ll be boys, we’ll be boys

We’ll be boys, we’ll be boys, we’ll be boys

We’ll be boys, we’ll be boys, we’ll be boys

I’m the one who treads upon the weaker ones

Those that I can find

And there’ll always be some others

Who can march in line, yeah

March along in line

And we’ll move upon the world

In a massive tidal wave

And we’ll shout and make some noise, yeah

Shout and make some noise

The Clowns of Death are marching on their hideous parade

Their glaring eyes are filled with hate, but I am not afraid

Their painted face cracked with age, their makeup old and worn

With tattered wigs and toothy grins to amplify their scorn

They’re looking for the helpless ones

They’re looking for the misbegotten

They prey upon the weak and fractured

The crippled and the freaks of nature

And when they come upon one who is lost or is alone

Their smiles get even bigger and their noses start to glow

Making snarling sounds to pantomime with furious abandonment

And with a scream, they pounce to kill

And all the while, they’re laughing…

I’m the one who treads upon the weaker ones

Those that I can find

And there’ll always be some others

Who will march along in line

And we’ll move upon the world

In a massive tidal wave

And we’ll shout and make some noise, yeah

Shout and make some noise

Your sons and daughters, innocent, lay sleeping in their beds

They’ll catch them when you’re not around and smash their little heads

If you think it’s just a dream or that it isn’t fair

Just look around outside your door;

the clowns are everywhere