is it the people, is it the place 
is it this athmosphere that makes me fade 
away in circles i lose my head 
it all is such a bore i can't accept no more 
  
of that bullshit them people say to me 
i am a cynic what is there left to be 
there is no future and even if there's one i'm weak 
a letter all complaints this is my fame 
  
i am a wonder there's no restraint 
i paid for everything i have and by mistake 
i once got me a guitar i played it ever since 
it's no big deal it's just the feeling's real 
  
y'all got problems 
y'all are wrong 
y'all make mistakes 
and stroll behind along 
you're all frustrated 
that your life has gone wrong 
say: what am i - i am a clown  who's forcing to  smile 
  
am i unhappy is there a reason to be 
is there something i should have or own in there please 
cause if there was i'd buy it guaranteed 
there's nothing really worth it not for me 
  
it's a chain-reaction every single day 
a simple distraction that got delayed 
there is no future in  what i keep 
the never ending blame for being who i am 
  
y'all got problems 
y'all are wrong 
y'all make mistakes 
and stroll behind along 
you're all frustrated 
that your life has gone wrong 
sing: what am i - i am a clown  who's forcing to  smile