The Wytches - Crying Clown Lyrics
I catch my breath finallyShe keeps me calm and suddenly,A relapse on old tricks tryina make a newIn his car she finallyTampers with her sexualityScratching at each other's minds till their in the *****As for me, my loyaltyIs only sold illegallyTo the pantomime crying clownCry for me whilst upside downSalivating, bloody mouthOr passionately bloody mouthAnd graveyard girls swinging a bag like a pendulumFor the static rustlingPlug me in, the record spinsAnd treat me like I wasn't someone that you knewAnnabelle she reads my dreamsSurrounding me in casualties,But I don't get mad cause I know it's what you doOver-priced phonologiesBrittle man he dress like meLike the pantomime crying clownCry for me whilst upside downSalivating, bloody mouthOr passionately bloody mouthAnd graveyard girls swinging a bag like a pendulumShe creates itFor her ownHer perfect bodyShe is perfectLonelyAnd graveyard girls swinging a bag like a pendulumShe creates itFor her ownHer perfect bodyShe is perfectLonelyLike the pantomime
