Bozo Skeleton

Here today, gone tomorrow.

Don’t need my self-remembered

but what I help create and leave behind

is important to me.

To dent the comfortably numb

with constructive satire

make my life one big prank

on a society I hate.

All that we are when we’re on a stage

is vaudeville jester for a day.

As an old proverb says:

“If every fool wore a crown, we should all be king.”

My license to make fun of everyone

comes from knowing I’m the biggest joke at all.

Read a headline the other day

clown dies from a pie in the face.

Can’t be on stage all the time

the public image could swallow my life.

Living up to your own myth’s no fun

drives our best talents nuts.

Bozo Skeleton,

Bozo Skeleton,

Bozo Skeleton

where can I go to be me?

Washington Stepford wives

think we’d be Stepford children.

If they could do away

with the music we love the most.

Lyrics warp your children’s minds.

Just a minute now, that’s our job,

your worst enemy’s your own kids.

Don’t talk with them, buy our lies instead.

Don’t wanna hear Lee Atwater sing the blues,

got a right to sing my way too.

Gagging those who tell it life it is

won’t make the problems go away.

C’mon get the skeletons out of the closet

we’re all clowns in one form or another.

If we weren’t hung up minding people’s private lies,

we might not be so afraid of ourselves.

All kinds of drugs get fed into our heads,

who are you to legislate what’s best.

Never heard my music or read all the words

is it my heart they want to ban.

Bozo Skeleton,

Bozo Skeleton,

Bozo Skeleton,

where can I go to be me?