All Work And No Play

gonna hang the Pierrot today

gonna lock the jesters' slay-room

make it all work and no play

then make the white of this groom

crimson the bloom and turn to gray

can someone shove me back soon?

summed-up friends, threw them away

released in sad rhymes from this tune

where do my hopes stand from that day

and no play... me back soon... from that day

comfort from my box or cheers from the crowd

I need a detox from those silent shouts

heaven or cell - the clown keeps the clouds

my orphaned hell is only ups and downs

returning I'm not yet gone

my ragged world from their pain

adds a water side to my sun

now all warmth is down the drain

the tourniquet can carry on

and maybe I can breathe again

the clown is back from Babylon

his makeup running through his veins

is this really where I come from?

to my sun... breathe again... I come from

all work and no play makes Jack a doll boy