you can’t soundproof your clown suit
you can’t drown it out cause the circus surrounds you
entering center ring shimmering head to toe
she loves to drink for free and she loves the smell of blow
she only wanna ride if you playin at the show
and she ain’t got the time if you ain’t got the dough
now that’s a tight rope and she walk it like she mean it
got her heart on her sleeve and true religion in her jeans
like its all tight with that little black dress game
she complains that vera wang’s passe and has to change
she spent every cent on fashion that she had
to be the baddest bitch dancing
girl get back at your dad
see it don’t matter how much mac she puts on
it doesn’t hide the tears she cries when everybody’s gone
mama walked a tightrope cause daddy was a clown
she don’t know nothin else so what’s a girl to do now
she walks a tight rope and she wears the right clothes
she’s beautiful
tits ass and a big red nose
(chorus)
he’s known downtown this careful clown
doormen part the velvet rope
as the gladiator march plays from inside the clown car
rollin on 20s in 64s
coupes and four doors
filled up with more whores
all bought with dirty dope
he walks a tight rope
he wears the right clothes
he does the right blow
he fucks the right hoes
he’s a trainwreck in a clownsuit, he thinks he is beautiful
brawn balls and a big red nose.
he thinks big thoughts and polyamorous dreams
his religion is in his jeans that cross on his chest don’t mean a thing
he wears it just to bling
blinding his prey with a pinky ring
them rainmakers know he’s the cat that can make it snow
now he got the cut for them guts
never thinking of the damage done
when he ruts her
then dumps her
another night
another challenge
another rope
another rope
another night
aother challenge
g get the rope
ae circus is in town, ha
the circus is in town

all you bozos and classless hos
out for cash and clothes
might got game but you got no soul.