Deadbolt
Deadbolt - Patches The Clown songtekst
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Bring on the clowns Who loves you, Patches? Who loves you, Patches? Bring on the clowns We love you, Patches Oh, here they are Bring on the clowns Who loves you, Patches? We love you, Patches Bring on the clowns We love you, Patches Oh, here they are! All the clowns are dead Their makeup is smeared and runny There's bullet marks to the head And that's not all, honey The cupcakes and juice are scattered about It looks like the work of Patches the Clown They found Bobo in the corner, covered in blood An unexploded cigar in his mouth They found Toodles hunched over by the pony, beat over the head with a stick Looks like Patches the Clown Sir, can you tell me your story? Yeah, my son, he was sick, and, uh... I asked Patches the Clown to cheer my boy up in the hospital. Well, he said he'd do it for a hundred bucks, a bottle of whiskey, and a six-pack of malt liquor. We waited all day at the hospital--bastard never showed up. So, I went to his trailer and banged on the door--he opened it... And he beat the living shit outta me. Was embarrassing. Thank you, sir, for your story. Sir, can you tell us your story? Come on up to the microphone. Uh, yeah, I was drinking with Patches one day after the dog races. He got mean, 'cause he lost a lotta money... Took it out on me. He hit me really hard between the eyes, cracked a cane over my leg. He duct-taped me to a wheelchair, and he broke all my fingers. He was howling like a dog and laughing crazy... Then he started smacking me with a ping-pong paddle. Before the end of the day, I had pain all over me, and he rolled me down a real steep hill... Saying, "Arrivederci, baby." Who loves you, Patches? Who loves you, Patches? I love you, Patches Who loves you, Patches? Who loves you, Patches?