There’s a rusting religion with a broken converter

Parse the good book’s words justifying hate and murder



In a government lockbox everything gets lost

Like old grease on a sprocket

We sent Jack up the Hill to fix it all

He tumbled down with gold lined pockets



It’s going down right now

What do we do now?



Send in the clowns, the clowns

Run into the ground

When you send in the clowns



Winner at all cost on a soapbox                         

He spoke in doubletalk and riddles

Sounds so good I was in a spell

But while the town was burning he played the fiddle



I had a dream that I would come back

And what was stolen by the state had been replaced

And we’d replant love where there was loss

Then send the grifters a coup de grace



It’s going down right now

What do we do now?



Send in the clowns, the clowns

Run into the ground

When you send in the clowns