That Clown’s Got A Gun lyrics

86'd and six six six
A cycle with a twist
At 8am the bomb was dropped
Adventurists find pleasure there
A tidal Wave
My mind enslaved
His mercy can't be topped
I find reconciliation in the wreckage

My selfishness has been resolved
Affiliation with the beauty of aquired taste
Hopelessly devoted to a saviour bound and gagged
In an upstairs basement apartment
When you ask me to divorce you, I see your performance
Will you please p*ss on my teddy bear?

Time stands still yet again
Illusionary disfigurement of a life worth living
I can't hold your hand amongst the rubble
I can't stand it