Clown Smile (Death Warmed Over) Songtext
von Cornbugs

Clown smile
Death warmed over
Man, you can′t trust anybody these days
I took my car to the
To the garage just to get a new alternator
And they put in a whole fuel pump
Cost me a hundred dollars extra
You can't trust anybody these days
About all you can do is die around here


Clown smile
Death warmed over
I got no hope for anything happening
No, the check is not in the mail
No, I don′t love you
Yes, that was me who cut that fart, okay?
I'm owning that, alright?
'Cause that′s the smell of death warmed over
Clown smile
I′ve been to the circus before
And let me tell you, buddy
Those guys are in makeup

Well, I'm pretty pissed about it, wouldn′t you be?
I've been sold a bill of goods
By a clown, no less
Guy had a white face, big red smile, rubber nose
Little pointed hat
Looked like an ice cream cone stuck on top of a neck

Well, yeah, I am pretty pissed about it, thank you very much
I watch T.V.
Every other minute they′re selling me something
This, and that, and Nike
And blah blah blah blah blah
And do that, and you'll marry that girl
And you′ll have a floor, and you'll clean it
And you'll be in a refrigerator with a bunch of margarine
Yeah, and you′ll live forever
Because if you eat that bean product
Or that curd, or that Coca-Cola
Everything′ll be fine
You'll laugh all the way to your fucking grave


Clown smile
Death warmed over
And when you die
And you go to heaven or hell
Doesn′t really matter
You'll come out of your body, peel like a grape
And you′ll look around and go
'Well, here I am
I took it up the ass for so goddamn long
Now I′m dead, so where's my eternal reward?'
And guess what, buddy?
Guess again
Yeah, you′ll meet God, alright, you′ll meet God
He's a big motherfucker with a big white face
And a red smile and a pointed hat
Like an ice cream cone stuck on a neck
And guess what?

You′ll get the old clown smile
Death warmed over
Get back down to Earth
You're coming back this time as a Hutu
Or a
Or someone from Northern Ireland
Or maybe a Serb
Or maybe one of those Bosnia Muslims
In an ethnic cleansing camp this time
Oh, thanks a lot, pal
Thanks a lot

Clown smile
Death warmed over
Oh, don′t do me any favors
You little fucking asshole
I gotta get another car