Death of a Clown (BBC Kinks session track, 1967) Songtext
von The Kinks

My makeup is dry and it cracks ′round my chin
I'm drowning my sorrows in whisky and gin
The lion tamer′s whip doesn't crack anymore
The lions, they won't bite and the tigers won′t roar

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So let′s go and drink to the death of a clown

Won't someone help me to break up this crown?
Let′s all drink to the death of a clown

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Let's all drink to the death of a clown


The old fortune teller lies dead on the floor
Nobody needs fortunes told anymore
The trainer of insects is crouched on his knees
And frantically looking for runaway fleas

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Let′s all drink to the death of a clown

So won't someone help me to break up this crown?
Let′s all drink to the death of a clown

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Let's all drink to the death of a clown

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