This Theatre

this theatre

is so run down

the grabbing hands

oh the people of this town

my costume is on

and the scenery shines

they all wait for me

to say my lines

countless in numbers

are the laughter and tears

the emotions so differ of he who hears

i laugh in fear

as i cross the stage

my whole life's been used

just to reach this age

and now i'm stepping in

to begin again

and i start to cry

will this ever end

i dance and i dance

and i sing and i sing

i hope my conscience won't let me

keep this masquerade going

i finish my part

and the lights go down

and once again

i'm just a clown