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- The Kinks Death of A Clown 歌词
- The Kinks
- My makeup is dry
And it clags 'round my chin
I'm drowning my sorrows
In whiskey and gin
The lion tamers whip
Doesn't crack anymore
The lions they won't fight
And the tigers won't roar
So let's all drink
To the death of a clown
Won't someone help me
To break up this crown
Let's all drink to the death of a clown
Let's all drink to the death of a clown
The old fortune teller
Lies dead on the floor
Nobody needs fortunes told anymore
The trainer of insects
Is crouched on his knees
And frantically looking
For runaway fleas
Let's all drink to the death of a clown
So won't someone help me
To break up this crown
Let's all drink to the death of a clown
Let's all drink to the death of a clown
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