Feed the Clown Songtext
von Champak

Sundays are overcast
A storm that′s never passed
Anxiety in full bloom
Quiet riot burst out of tune

Monday's a time machine
Halfway built in a dream
A weary wheel of fortune
It makes a liar

Tuesday
Do we dare
Friday
We don′t care
Run the town
Tear it down
Feed the clown
Bring it around


Wednesday's a hate crime
Punched out in the dead of night
Bells ringing in the temple
The gods, they've become feral

Thursdays are lost alone
In New Market without a
Phone that shone a light on
The foggy future forever

Running off to make a scene, make a scene, make a scene, run it
You and me make a scene, let′s run it, mmm
Make a scene, make a scene, don′t fight it—make a scene
Just, fuck it all!

Tuesday
Do we dare
Friday
We don't care
Run the town
Tear it down
Feed the clown
Bring it around