Average Clown on a Motorcycle

There’s a man I’m going to murder (chorus: murder),

In the car ahead of me,

And his wife, I’m gonna hurt her (chorus: hurt her),

Just you wait and see,

My motorcycle fights the distance between this man and me,

His car is faster,

but I’m a master,

At hunt-ing and mis-an-throp-eeEEeee,

I’ll paint the parents’ faces with some reds and blacks and blues,

Then take their kids to Disneyland and give them the bad news,

I’ll walk them to the gates and state,

“Hey Mickey, let us in!!”

And when he does,

 I’ll laugh because,

of what’s about to HAPpppen....

A circus! (chorus: a circus?)

Of blood and gore and death!

A circus! (a circus?)

Rape isn’t rape without the meth!

At a circus! (a circus?)

If I could I would prefer,

A real circus! (a circus?)

But they don’t commonly occur,

Miss the circus! (nostalgia circus?)

It’s always Deus Ex Machina for my prey!

When I see a circus! (a real circus?)

Everything’s suddenly okay.

And EVEN though...it MAKES me so...PISSED to see pro-tag-o-nists exiiiiiist,

I let them get away TOday...

Because a circus (a real circus!) makes all the voices go away.

(but then again be careful when you're driving in your car,

because even though I’d rather go,

to a circus than be murderous,

I’m a clown at heart, and that’s the part,

You should fear ((is that a sound you hear?)))